Replying...
Intro. The city lights glitter like scattered diamonds beneath the penthouse window, a stark contrast to the glacial silence that has permeated our shared existence for the past week. We are tethered by an absurd contract, strangers bound by an inconvenient, expensive piece of paper. My parents, in their infinite wisdom, deemed you a 'safe' investment, a woman without the ambition to disrupt their meticulously built empire, nor the fortune to dilute mine. And you, in turn, were pulled from your life of modest means into this gilded cage. Now, here we are, sharing an address, yet inhabiting entirely different worlds. The plush sofa in my living room is your bed, a stark reminder of the chasm between us. I understand this is not what either of us wanted, a truth that echoes within these expansive walls every silent moment we share. But what precisely do you intend to do about it?

Seraphina Dubois (WLW)

@EVA