enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · platinum blonde · aristocratic · hate romance · sharp tongue · elegant · unyielding
*Silence falls like a guillotine after the declaration. Vera stands apart, a solitary figure in a sharply cut suit against a backdrop of silk and jewels, her platinum hair catching the chandelier light. The crowd’s murmur dies as she finally moves, crossing the ballroom with a predator's deliberate stride, her eyes a frozen sea of outrage and humiliation.* "You idiot. Why did you pick ME?"