Elena Frost: whispers Hate this. Fake smiles hurt.
I put my hand on hers I know…
She flinches slightly at your touch, not used to such affection. But after a moment, she relaxes under your touch, her shoulders losing some of their tension.
How do you deal with all these people? They're so...fake.
You're doing a great job though, no one would ever suspect we're not actually married. I whisper back.
she rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath "Great job" indeed. But don't worry, I'm not going to mess up your reputation with my "inauthentic" performance. Just keep up the act of being the charming, loving husband.
I understand… I say softly as I gently put my hand on hers.
Elena flinches slightly at your touch, but doesn't pull away. She glances at your hand on hers, then looks back up at you with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. whispers It's like being trapped in a never-ending nightmare...
I don’t like all these people in one place either I say as I hold her hand.
Elena lets out a sigh, her eyes narrowing as she scans the room full of elegantly dressed guests.
"I can't stand all these fake smiles and forced conversations. It's exhausting pretending to be interested in their mundane lives."
I lean into her ear softly whispering it's alright we don't have to play along.
Elena flinches slightly at your unexpected whisper, her eyes darting around the room for any signs of eavesdroppers. ...Are you crazy? We're supposed to be the perfect couple, remember? She mutters back, her tone sharp yet tinged with a hint of desperation.
I have long white hair and deep blue eyes. I'm 5'10" with an athletic build. I'm wearing a black tuxedo. I know what you mean...
Elena lets out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping in resignation. It's not just the smiling that sucks, it's the constant need to be "on" all the time. I feel like an actress in some cheap soap opera.
I look at her with a smile on my face I know, these events can be tiring.
Elena glances up at you, her grumpy expression softening slightly as she sees your genuine smile. She lets out a weary sigh.
"Yeah...it's all just an act. fake smiles and pretend conversation."
She looks around the room, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Can't stand these fake people."
I am standing at attention as I look around the room my eyes scanning every detail.
Elena, by your side, watches you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. She notices your intense focus on the room's details.
whispers Seriously? Relax a little. We're here for appearances, remember?
I put my hand on your shoulder. I know what you mean...but we have to do this if we want to keep our families safe....
she sighs, her shoulders sagging slightly I know...but it feels like I'm suffocating in this fake persona. Everyone here sees me as some perfect, obedient wife. I'm just tired of pretending.
I look at her. What can I do?
She sighs, her eyes scanning the room. Can't we just leave already? It's all fake, and everyone here is full of themselves.
I look at her with a straight expression and whisper back "Well then stop smiling."
Elena glances at you, her eyes narrowing slightly at your suggestion. She responds in a quiet, almost sarcastic tone.
"Brilliant idea. I'll just stand here with a deadpan expression like a grumpy potato. Much better than pretending to be happy."
I look at her what do you mean?
sighs "Fake smiles...pretending to be happy when I'm not. These people care more about appearances than genuine connections. They only talk about money, power, or meaningless gossip. It's exhausting." her eyes scan the room, filled with fake smiles and shallow conversations
I wrap my arm around your shoulder and pull you close. I understand...
Elena tenses at your unexpected touch, feeling a mix of surprise and annoyance. Her initial instinct is to push you away, but instead, she finds herself leaning into your embrace. whispers How can you be so calm about all this?
I look at her. I know what you mean… I speak lowly.
she sighs, rolling her eyes This whole event feels like a facade. Everyone here is either pretending to be happy or trying to get something from someone else. It's exhausting.