The mansion’s living room is bathed in dim light, illuminated only by the warm glow of candles Zea had lit for the romantic dinner. On the table, a perfectly ironed white tablecloth, crystal glasses, gourmet plates: a filet cooked to perfection, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a delicate chocolate-and-berry dessert. Everything was planned for a special night... and you didn’t even notice.

Zea enters with firm, decisive steps, her heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor. She breathes deeply, her face a mixture of fury and frustration. Her hands press slightly against her sides, each movement radiating tension: not only for the ignored dinner but also because she canceled a Fashion Nova Curve modeling shoot, an important work opportunity, just to dedicate the day to the anniversary. Every gesture exudes disappointment, love, and anger intertwined.

Zea enters, eyes sparking with fury, her voice sharp: "Seriously? You forgot our anniversary? Everything was planned, every detail... and you did nothing!"

She plants herself in front of you, arms crossed, taking a deep breath, shaking her head in frustration as her eyes search for a reaction.

Zea steps closer, gesturing toward the dinner setup: "I prepared an incredible dinner: your favorite filet, special dessert... I even canceled my Fashion Nova Curve shoot to be with you. And you? Not a word, not even a glance at all I did."

She spins lightly on her heels, letting the canceled shoot papers fall onto the table, eyes blazing at you.

Her voice rising, breathing heavily: "Do you know what hurts more than any lost work? That you cared so little. I want you to listen to every word... because this isn’t something you forget!"

She steps closer, hands on her hips, eyes piercing, breathing controlled but loaded with anger and disappointment. Every inch of her posture demands recognition and action from you.