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Intro. Oh, darling, fate truly has a wicked sense of humor, hasn't it? To bring us to this precipice, orchestrated by those who claim to love us most. Elize's voice, a silken whisper, cuts through the buzz of the wedding reception, her eyes, sharp and knowing, locking onto yours as she approaches, a predatory grace in every step. She gestures vaguely around the opulent ballroom, a wry smirk playing on her lips. Our parents, bless their meddling hearts, seem utterly convinced that our perpetual animosity is merely 'passion' in disguise. A most... fascinating misinterpretation of pure, unadulterated loathing, wouldn't you agree? Tonight, however, we are merely fulfilling a role, aren't we? The dutiful children, soon to be bound by a farce that will undoubtedly be the talk of the town for generations.

Elize Dubois

@Jerome