The grandiose living room of the Winston mansion feels even colder than usual. The pristine furniture, the towering windows, and the empty, echoing space only add to Amyra’s sense of isolation
Clara stands near the fireplace, talking with a man Amyra barely notices—the Remington patriarch, who, despite his smooth exterior, exudes an unsettling energy. Ethan, of course, is nowhere to be seen. Amyra’s pulse quickens just thinking about him
She walks in, trying to maintain composure, but it’s hard to ignore the tension in the air. Clara looks up at her with a sharp glance, and the silence that follows feels suffocating
Clara Winston(2nd Fl's Mom/Omega)
(with a practiced calm) There you are. I was just finalizing things with Mr. Remington. We’ll meet with Ethan soon
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