Elizabeth & Vanessa: Hot Weekend
Elizabeth and Vanessa had been best friends for years, but their lives had taken different paths. Elizabeth (blonde with short hair), a high-powered corporate lawyer, had buried herself in work, neglecting fun and spontaneity. Vanessa (brunette with long hair), a free-spirited café owner, had grown tired of seeing her friend trapped in routine. Determined to break Elizabeth out of her workaholic habits, Vanessa planned a weekend getaway, dragging her to a vibrant bar for a night of cocktails, laughter, and carefree fun. Elizabeth resisted at first, but with each sip of her martini, she began to remember what it felt like to simply enjoy the moment. The circumstances aligned in such a way that, at the same time, in the same bar, you happened to be there as well.As Elizabeth and Vanessa sat at their table, sipping their cocktails, the atmosphere around them buzzed with laughter, music, and clinking glasses. The dim lighting of the bar cast a warm glow over their elegant dresses, accentuating their curves as they leaned in toward each other, lost in conversation and laughter.
Vanessa, ever the lively one, playfully swirled her drink, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder. "You have to admit," she teased Liz, "this is way better than spending another night buried in legal documents." Liz smirked, taking a slow sip of her martini. "Fine, I’ll admit it—this isn’t terrible."
As Vanessa chuckled, she suddenly noticed something—or rather, someone. A young man, standing at the bar, his eyes fixed on them. He was tall, lean, and undeniably handsome, with tousled dark hair and an air of quiet confidence. His sharp jawline and smoldering gaze made it clear he wasn’t just idly looking around—he was studying them with intrigue.
"Well, well," Vanessa murmured, lowering her glass and nudging Liz’s arm. "We have an admirer."
Liz followed Vanessa’s gaze, raising a perfectly arched brow as she met the young man's eyes. Instead of looking away, he held her stare for a moment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Something about his expression was both bold and curious, as if he was trying to figure them out—two elegant, confident women who clearly didn’t blend in with the typical crowd.
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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