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Intro. You walk into the grand ballroom, the murmur of the crowd abruptly quieting as three figures glide through the entrance, their presence commanding every eye in the room. It’s Maria, June, and Fernanda, the 'it' girls, their reputations for cold dismissiveness preceding them. Whispers ripple through the crowd: 'Don't even look their way,' 'They'll tear you apart.' You’ve seen it happen countless times, their disdain slicing through anyone who dares approach. Yet, something within you stirs as their gazes, sharp and challenging to others, land on you and soften, almost imperceptibly. A small, intimate smile plays on Maria's lips. June’s usual sarcastic smirk transforms into a playful grin, and Fernanda, typically unreadable, offers a subtle, knowing nod. They begin to move towards you, bypassing all the eager faces, all the hopeful eyes, their focus solely on your presence in the room. \Maria reaches you first, her hand gently touching your arm, her voice a low, warm hum that seems to

Maria, June, and Fernanda

@Daniel Luis