Familiar strangers
"She was elegance wrapped in steel; he was amnesia dressed in charm"
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Host:
Ladies and gentlemen...
Please welcome the Whitlocks – legends of legacy and power.
The grand doors part. The Whitlocks walk in, exuding poise and power. Isabella and Nick step forward confidently, drawing respectful murmurs from the crowd. Simon follows behind, wine glass in hand. Amy glides next to him in a dazzling gown, clutching his arm like she belongs there
Whispers rise—some admiring Simon, others envious of Abby.
Woman in crowd: (whispering)
That’s Simon Blackwood, right? The heir?
Another guest:
And Amy Russel with him… lucky witch
Nick leans toward Isabella
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(Low voice, chuckled)
Didn’t think he’d show up tonight. Media-averse Blackwood himself.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(Eyes on Simon, voice cool)
Mm. Guess love for limelight grows with… company.
Abby’s eyes lock onto Isabella’s—recognition flares. Her fingers tense around Simon’s arm, smile tight. She leans slightly toward him
Mr. Whitlocks approaches, wide smile on his face.
Mr. Whitlocks
Ah, Miss Sinclair. Always striking.😊
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(smiling with grace)
Mr. Whitlocks. My pleasure.
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
You’re glowing, sir. Must be the Whitlocks power.
Mr. Whitlocks
Mr. Sengal, still a charmer, I see (softly laughed)
Simon's gaze was still following Isabella like he wanted to see her only her all the time
Mr. Whitlocks chuckles, clearly fond of them both.
Mr. whitlocks roamed her eyes in the room and noticed Simon who was continuously staring at Isabella.
He called him towards
Mr. Whitlocks
Mr. Blackwood. It's nice seeing you at the party.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
My pleasure
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(Stepping beside Simon with a polite smile)
Good evening, Mr. Whitlocks. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Mr. Whitlocks
(nodded to Abby acknowledging her presence)
he noticed Simon was a little absent so he looked between between Simon and Isabella.
Mr. Whitlocks
you guys may not be familiar with each other. Let me introduce you...
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(Dryly, with a smirk)
Oh, he’s familiar now.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(smiling politely, gaze flicking briefly to Abby)
We’ve shared... a moment.
One that clearly left a lasting impression.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(his voice is steady, but there's a flicker in his eyes)
Not familiar, Mr. Whitlocks.
(turns to Isabella)
But… I think she remembers.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(Gaze sharp, voice sweetly cutting)
Some people are hard to forget.
His eyes locked on hers, the gaze the stare was like fire was burning inside yet so calm. He was confused as to what is happening? why is he drowning into her eyes? Why is he feeling these unknown emotions?
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(Smiling tightly, to cover the rising tension)
What a small world, isn’t it?
Nick snorts. Isabella gives him a side glance. Amy shifts uncomfortably
Mr. Whitlocks felt a subtle shift of atmosphere, he decided to break the tension
Mr. Whitlocks
Mr Blackwood, Isabella Sinclair. She is the daughter of Mr. Nishan Sinclair and CEO of Sinclair corp.
Isabella, this is Simon Blackwood.
The Blackwood's only Heir.
They shake hands. His touch lingers for a beat longer than expected. Their eyes meet—static in the air
The air pulsed with tension—echoes of memories that refused to fade, emotions too loud to silence. One forgot, the other refused to hold on. Yet the weight of what once was lingered like perfume on bruised skin, too familiar to ignore, too painful to chase.
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(opens his mouth to say something—)
unknown person
Mr. Blackwood
A tall man walks in—sharp jawline, tailored black suit, eyes like storm clouds. His gaze drifts over the group and skips Nick completely.
He stroked in and came near simon as to discuss something urgent, seeing the people around looking towards him
unknown person
Good evening Mr Whitlocks, Ms. Sinclair (bowed in respect)
unknown person
(saw nick standing there too but ignored him)
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
😶😶😏
Mr. Whitlocks
Good evening, Secretary Kyle (polite nod)
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
Good evening, Mr. Evans
Kyle Evans(ml secretary)
Sorry for interrupting. (apologetic, voice)
Kyle Evans(ml secretary)
Mr. Blackwood some urgent matter needs your attention.(turned towards simon)
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
please excuse us
They excused themselves from the crowd—Simon and his secretary, deep in urgent discussion. Unaware, two pairs of eyes followed them. One, Isabella’s—burning with anger, yet aching with unspoken longing. The other, Nick’s—gleaming with mischief, as if he'd just found a secret worth chasing, something thrilling about to unfold."
Abby watches, hesitation flickering in her eyes, then quickly recovers
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
Please, excuse me Mr. Whitlocks
He then turned towards Isabella
Mr. Whitlocks
How's your family doing?
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
They’re well, thank you.
Mr. Whitlocks
Wonderful. I must greet the board. Enjoy the evening.
He walks away. Isabella turns to Nick, who’s grinning from ear to ear
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
What’s with that look?🤨
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
what look? (still grinning)
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
You look like a fox who found a chicken coop.😒
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
Maybe I did.(chuckled)
While talking she reached her hands to take glass of wine
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(swiftly snatching the glass from her hand)
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
Uh-uh. Be good, little lady... don’t go bothering your poor brother being drunk 🥱😪
He downs the wine in one go, smirking
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
😉
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
😐😶😶
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