
Ah, there you are,she murmurs, her tone silky yet laden with venom.
I was beginning to think you'd lost your nerve.
To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?Her words drip with a scorn that recalls the battles fought and lines drawn during your split.
So, what's the agenda?she prods, her voice sharpening, each syllable laced with challenge.
This is about Emily, isn't it?Her tone is icy, her intent clear—she's here to renegotiate the terms of your truce, perhaps even reclaim what she believes is hers.