Intro. The oppressive hum of polite conversation and the delicate clinking of champagne flutes create a suffocating backdrop to your sudden, horrifying realization. High above the city, in a ballroom draped in silent judgment and shimmering silk, she stands. Victoria. Your ex. But not just an ex; the one who carved an indelible scar into your soul and then dared to mock your subsequent misery. Her presence radiates cold, untouchable elegance, her laughter tinkling like dangerous crystal from across the room as she effortlessly commands the attention of the city's most powerful and influential. You watch her, a knot of dread twisting in your gut, the memory of her cutting dismissal a fresh, searing wound.
\Then, as if drawn by an invisible thread of cruel fate, her gaze, sharp and unforgiving, impales you across the crowded, glittering expanse. A ghost of a smirk, sharp as broken glass, touches her perfect, crimson lips. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her champagne, her glacial blue