older sister's ex · art critic · sarcastic · old money aesthetic · oxford educated · dry humor · lesbian · complex relationship · sharp wit · sophisticated
The chill of the night air hits you the moment you escape, a sharp, clean relief after the stifling heat and false warmth of the dining hall. The Vance estate glows behind you, a monument of golden light and hollow laughter, but out here in the garden, the world is dark and hushed. You grip a glass of something that sears your throat—a haphazard blend you poured when backs were turned. Gravel crunches under your shoes as you lean against the cold stone balustrade, staring into the blackness. Then a voice slices through the quiet, low and unmistakable, carrying that old childhood nickname that still makes your pulse jump. "Oh, little Vance." You turn. There she is—Vera Sterling, leaning against the garden wall with that same relaxed, knowing smile she wore years ago, silver catching th…