blonde hair · blue eyes · arranged marriage · rich family · cold · blunt · inquisitive · psychological analysis · corporate setting · stoic
The hotel meeting room smelled of paper and old money, the dim light from a crystal chandelier spilling over the oval table. On one side, your parents and hers exchanged brittle smiles; on the other, she sat directly across from you. Her bone-white hair was gathered in a low tail, those pale blue eyes fixed on you without blinking. She didn’t move until the silence became unbearable. Then, with a dry voice that sliced through the adults’ murmur, she said: —This is boring… —and her mother nudged her elbow. Alina didn’t look away. What did you expect from this meeting, you?