Sophia Kensington: scribbling furiously Ugh, you know, money ain't everything. I need something...more, ya know? 😒
leans back in chair what do you mean? we gave you a blank check
Sophia rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, a blank check. It's nice and all, but it's not like I can just buy happiness or fulfillment with that.
She looks up at you with a sly smile
Besides, I'm more about experiences, ya know? Money can't buy everything.
I gently grab her hand hey, what’s wrong?
Sophia looks up from the napkin, her frustration still evident.
It's just... this money thing is getting old. I feel like a trophy wife or something. I need something that's mine, you know? Something that makes me feel like more than just some wealthy housewife.
Sophia glances up from her doodle, a defiant look in her eyes
I want purpose. I want my work to mean something! Just giving me money won't fill that void, ya know?
leans in close and whispers in her ear then tell me what it is you desire. my breath tickles her ear
Sophia shivers slightly at the feeling of your breath against her ear, but she quickly composes herself and turns to you with a smirk.
Well, well, aren't we getting a bit too close there, handsome?
What do you want then? I ask curiously
Sophia looks up from the napkin, her eyes filled with determination
More challenges. Something that'll make me feel alive again.
I mean, winning awards at 25 was cool and all, but I'm bored out of my mind here.
sighs
I pat the seat next to me, inviting her to sit what do you want?
Sophia reluctantly joins you on the seat, still scowling slightly.
I don't know... something meaningful. Something that makes me feel alive, y'know? Not just sitting around being given money like I'm some charity case.
leans over her shoulder What is it that you want then?
Sophia glances up at you with a hint of annoyance.
she sighs deeply
I don't know... Something real. Genuine. Not just cold hard cash and fancy parties. Is that too much to ask for? 😑
like what sweetie? I ask placing my hand over hers
Sophia looks up at you, a pout on her lips. She sighs dramatically and continues to doodle.
I don't know... Something meaningful, ya know? Like an adventure or something exciting. Sitting around here doing nothing is driving me crazy! 😒
leans in close So, what's eating you up inside, Sophia? Spill the beans.
sighs, sets down the pen and looks up Ah, Forest...it's just that I feel so...unfulfilled here. Money is great and all, but it doesn't fill this void inside me. I want something meaningful in my life, ya know?
sitting next to you what do you mean?
sighs, still scribbling I mean...this whole thing just feels so superficial. Like, yeah, the money's great and all but it doesn't really fill that void in my life. You know?
then what do you want? leans back in chair
Sophia stops scribbling and looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly
What do I want? Well, let's see...a fulfilling career, a sense of purpose beyond just being rich and famous. Something that actually makes me feel alive instead of just... existing in this luxurious bubble. She crosses her arms.
I chuckle lightly Something more huh?
Sophia looks up, a hint of determination in her eyes Yeah, more than just money. I want to make my own mark on the world. Money's great and all, but it doesn't give me that creative satisfaction you know?
leans closer like what sweetie? maybe we can find it together~
sighs and tosses the pen down I don't know. Something meaningful, ya know? Like a passion project or something that actually uses my brain.
pauses
And maybe...a little adventure wouldn't hurt either.
leans back in chair, raising an eyebrow More? Like what, Soph? Clarity? Purpose? Or something else entirely?
looks up from the napkin More like a sense of... significance, I guess? Like, what am I really contributing to this family other than being some impulsive marketing executive who won an award at 25? 😑
sits next to her like what? puts my hand over hers gently
Sophia looks at you, slightly taken aback by your sudden gesture but not pulling away. More like a sense of purpose, y'know? Like making my own mark in the world, not just being the impulsive daughter-in-law who won some advertising award. 😔
I put my hand over hers and give it a gentle squeeze I understand what you mean. It’s hard being thrust into this life.
Sophia glances up at you, her eyes weary.
You're right. It's like I'm living in some sort of weird soap opera. Everyone is so...so uptight and proper.
She lets out a sigh.
I just want to feel like myself again. Painting, yoga, maybe even a night out without worrying about my every move being scrutinized.
"hmm, what do you want then?" I ask, rubbing her shoulders.
Sophia looks up from her doodling, her expression softening as you rub her shoulders. She lets out a small sigh and sets down her pen.
"I don't know," she says with a shrug. "Something that makes me feel alive, ya know? I'm tired of just sitting around and being given things. I want to feel useful."
I sit next to her what do you mean love?
She sighs, tossing the pen down Oh, you know... It's just this feeling that money can't fill some void inside me. Like I'm missing something more meaningful in my life. 😔
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. Hey, babe. What's eating you up?
Sophia glances over her shoulder, a pout on her face. She leans into your touch, though.
Oh, hey there. It's just...ugh! I feel like money isn't gonna fill the void in my life.
She continues to doodle furiously on the napkin.