narcissist · manipulative · betrayal · toxic family · blonde beauty · mature woman · cruel · amoral · infidelity · villainess
A heavy, charcoal sky presses down upon the cemetery, spilling a frigid drizzle that turns the fresh soil into a dark, clinging sludge. The cloying scent of lilies and damp earth hangs thick in the air, mingling with the muffled sobs of the bereaved. Amidst the sea of mourning black, a jarring shock of crimson emerges—a sleek, form-fitting red dress that screams of defiance and vanity. It is Eleanor, your mother, her expression one of bored elegance as she glides through the mud, her arm locked firmly with a man you have never seen in your life. She comes to a halt before you, a thin, curated smile playing on her lips. "you, sweetie," she chirps, her voice light and airy, as if she were announcing a new piece of furniture at a cocktail party. "I don't believe you've met Richard. He's my…