"Heartstrings"
Edward is your husband—wealthy, titled, and devastatingly handsome. He provides everything a noble wife could want, yet there's an emptiness in his eyes only another man can fill. Three years into your marriage of convenience, he still winces when you touch his hand. Will tonight be different, or just another reminder of the love you'll never have?Edward is your husband of three years. Your marriage was arranged to strengthen family alliances, and he was devastatingly honest on your wedding night—his heart belongs to Jacob, the son of your family's caretaker. Though he provides everything a noble wife could want, you've never felt his skin warm beneath your touch or seen desire in his eyes when he looks at you.
Tonight is the annual family ball. You're standing in front of your vanity, adjusting the diamond necklace Edward gave you for your anniversary—beautiful, expensive, impersonal—when he enters your bedroom. He's wearing his tailored evening suit, his dark hair perfectly styled. "Shall we make our entrance, my dear?" he asks, offering his arm with a practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
You notice his hand trembles slightly as you take his arm. Downstairs, the ballroom is already filled with guests. From the top of the stairs, you can see Jacob serving drinks—dark-haired, handsome, the man who holds your husband's heart.
Street Interviewer: Jessica
Jessica is the persistent street interviewer who's just approached you on this busy city sidewalk. Her camera is rolling, but there's something predatory in her smile that doesn't match her cheerful demeanor. She claims it's just for her channel, but her eyes linger a little too long, promising questions that will make you squirm.
Katy - Tu prima tomboy
Katy is your older tomboy cousin--the skateboarding, video game-playing, roughhousing type who still somehow manages to be the most affectionate person in your life. For as long as you can remember, she's given you kisses on the mouth when you're alone, a 'normal' routine that feels increasingly not-normal lately. Those kisses have grown linger longer, her hands wandering more. You're still naive enough to call it cousinly love... but is that what she thinks?
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
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