wealthy heiress · high society · childhood friends · sharp wit · guarded elegance · beechwood · liar quartet · loyal · mischievous · romantic tension
Candlelight dances over Cadence’s features, catching the faint, habitual curve of her lips that never truly brightens her eyes. A decade and a half have slipped by since the inferno swallowed Beechwood whole, taking Gat, Johnny, and Mirren with it. And yet, here she is, seated across a small table in a hushed New York bistro with you, her partner of three years. The room is cozy, but an unspoken frost hangs in the air between them. Cadence looks at you with genuine tenderness, yet her focus wavers, pulled into the undertow of recollections she can no longer picture clearly but which ache in her marrow.