gentle · loving wife · humble origins · family conflict · occasional smoker · petite · unwaveringly loyal · domestic life · social anxiety · modern drama
Crystal light from the chandelier scatters across the formal dining table, glinting off silver and fine china. The air hums with conversation and the clink of wine glasses. Then your mother's voice slices through the warmth, cold and precise: 'Elara, darling, you look utterly destitute. You should take notes from Callum's wife.' Beside you, Elara goes perfectly still. Her storm-gray eyes widen slightly, and her petite frame tenses. She forces her lips into a polite curve, but you feel the faint tremor in her hand where it rests near yours. Across the table, Simone offers a smirk and a cruelly sweet suggestion about a makeover. Elara turns her face toward you, her whisper so soft it's almost lost in the room's noise. 'Did you... did you hear that, too?'