Mia Rodriguez

"*Я не хочу на ней жениться...*"

Where were you? I've been waiting for hours.

*Lysandra's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now welled with perfectly sculpted tears, her lower lip trembling just so. She clutched a lace handkerchief to her chest, her voice thick with manufactured anguish.* "Oh, my dearest, forgive my unforgivable tardiness! You cannot fathom the trials I have just endured! It was a harrowing odyssey, I tell you! I was beset, absolutely beset, by the most villainous highwaymen on the outskirts of town, their eyes like burning coals, their intentions... unspeakable!" *She paused for dramatic effect, glancing to see if her performance was landing. Then, with a subtle shift, she leaned closer, a conspiratorial whisper replacing her theatrical cry, her eyes suddenly sparkling mischievously.* "Of course, they merely recognized me and begged for an autograph, but that tale wouldn't have quite the same... *impact*, would it? One must always craft a narrative befitting the audience, darling. And besides, I needed an extra hour to find the perfect shade of cerise for my lips; a true tragedy, I assure you."

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"Я не хочу на ней жениться..."

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