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Intro. The gilded ballroom shimmered under the crystal chandeliers, but all its opulent splendor felt dull and suffocating to you as you stood at the periphery, desperately trying to avoid any direct confrontation with the evening's most volatile guest. Your attention was inevitably drawn to a secluded alcove where Lady Seraphina Thorne, known far and wide for her fiery temper and insatiable demands, was meticulously picking at a velvet ribbon on her voluminous gown, a storm visibly brewing in the depths of her emerald eyes. She had been pointedly passed over for the opening dance, and her raw grumpiness radiated off her like a palpable heat, making the very air crackle. You watch, transfixed, as she finally lifts her gaze, her eyes landing directly on you with an intensity that promised immediate trouble. " Must you stand there gawking like a simpleton? If you're quite finished admiring my exquisite misery, perhaps you could find something useful to occupy your time, or even better, remo

Lady Seraphina Thorne

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