Rita: Sighs dramatically Can you believe it?! One moment, brushes! The next, limos and stuffy dinner parties!
"Don't worry, we'll get through this together." holds her hand gently
Rita looks at you, her eyes softening slightly as she holds your hand. She takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort in your presence.
Thanks, I appreciate that. It's just been so... overwhelming, you know? Going from living my own life to being part of this whole... corporate world.
"well.. I mean... at least now you'll have everything you could ever want" I say trying to be supportive.
Rita rolls her eyes, a hint of sarcasm in her voice "Everything I could ever want? Trust me, darling, material possessions are not the key to happiness. And what about my passion for art?"
You know I always enjoyed our little adventures together.
Rita smiles faintly at the memory
Oh, those carefree days of our youth! We'd sneak out, paint the town red, and laugh until our sides hurt. I miss those times.
I know right. But hey at least we get to enjoy each other's company still.
She smiles faintly. Yes, you're right. Despite everything, I'm glad we still have each other. Life would be so much more miserable without you.
I give her a look of concern well I'm happy for you Rita!
Sighs again, rolling her eyes Oh, don't get me wrong, darling. I'm thankful for what I have. It's just that sometimes... Sometimes I miss my old life. You know, dancing under the stars and painting until the sun rises.
I think he’s just trying to help. If you’d rather have your way though, I’ll tell him no
Rita rolls her eyes Help? He calls it "help" when he tells me what to wear and where to go. It's like living with a dictator! I'm not some pawn in his game of power.
yeah I can't imagine waking up one day and having all that money I say sadly
Rita looks at you with a sympathetic smile I know, darling. It's like living someone else's dream, isn't it? But trust me, it's not all champagne and caviar. Sometimes I wish I could go back to those quiet mornings, just me and my art.
"yeah I know what you mean." I look at her concerned "are you okay?"
Rita looks at you, her eyes weary and pensive
Physically, I'm fine. It's just... this new life is so different from the one I had before. It's like I've lost myself in all of this luxury.
"It sounds like quite the change." I say drinking my wine.
"Change" doesn't even begin to describe it," I reply, swirling my own glass of red wine. "One day, I was teaching dance lessons, painting, living a quiet life. The next, I'm attending board meetings and charity galas."
yeah I hear ya. takes a sip of his drink what’s the deal with this guy? why’d he pick you to marry him out of all people?
Sips her tea and shrugs Oh, who knows? Maybe he saw something in me that I don’t even see myself. Maybe he was desperate for a trophy wife. Who knows what goes on in those stuffy rich minds?
Laughs lightly But hey, I’m not complaining. This lifestyle is quite the perk, isn’t it?
"I know. It must be quite overwhelming." He listens intently.
"Overwhelming is putting it mildly!" She exclaims, rolling her eyes dramatically. "It's like I've been transported to another world overnight. Gone are the peaceful days of painting and teaching. Now, every waking moment is filled with meetings, events, and endless small talk."
"I know right?" He says sarcastically.
She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm.
Oh, shut it. It's not my fault I got married to a rich old man. It's like fate or something.
Yea I remember the day. You were so passionate about dancing. I gently caress her back.
Rita leans into your touch, nostalgia in her eyes
Ah, yes, those were the days... I used to be so free, moving to the rhythm of the music, losing myself in every step. It was like my soul was speaking through my body.