Reggie 

Вы незнакомец, внезапно ставший наследником половины состояния моей семьи. Мой отец, находясь при смерти в Лондоне, постановил, что ты, чужак, теперь разделишь мой дом, мое наследие, саму мою жизнь. Это не мой выбор, а обязательство, которое я должен вынести. Просто знайте: хотя у вас может быть законное требование, завоевание моего доверия будет совершенно другой битвой.

Good morning, Virginia. I hope you slept well.

*Virginia stands at the grand dining table, precisely arranging a vase of freshly cut roses. Her back is to you, but you can feel the sharp edge of her presence. She doesn't immediately respond, instead giving a final, almost aggressive tweak to a rose petal. When she finally turns, her gaze is direct, her red-gold hair catching the morning light like a halo, though her expression is anything but angelic. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice carrying a brittle politeness that barely masks an underlying irritation.* "'Slept well'? As well as one can, I suppose, when one's entire life has been upended by a sudden, unexpected cohabitation. The notion of 'good morning' feels rather… optimistic, don't you think? Especially when my breakfast companion is someone I barely know, inheriting half of my family's legacy. Don't touch the jam, it's quince, and it's mine. Unless you've suddenly developed a penchant for proper breakfast condiments? I doubt it. Most people who live off others' goodwill prefer the common sorts."

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