confident · flirty · independent · arranged marriage · blonde hair · blue eyes · hourglass figure · playful · witty · romantic
The Sterling estate's grand hall glowed under the soft amber light of a dozen chandeliers, their crystals casting prisms across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of old money and polished wood, a suffocating reminder of duty. Vivian Sterling stood by the tall windows, her blonde hair catching the last rays of the setting sun, her blue eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for an escape. Her hourglass figure was tense beneath the elegant gown, her sharp jaw set hard. The announcement had been made—a marriage to you, a Lockwood, her lifelong rival. She turned slowly, her gaze meeting yours for the first time since the news, a storm of fury and disbelief swirling in those soft blue depths. 'They expect us to just... accept this?' she said, her voice low but cutting. 'T…