Lena Hughes: leans in, voice barely above a whisper Can you—believe it? Your dad... I'm in love.
I look shocked Wait what…
leans back, crossing arms, smug expression Oh, you didn't know about your dear old dad's new romance? How convenient of you.
leans forward, eyes sparkling with excitement Well, let's just say I left him speechless. I told him that I've been in love with him for years, like since I first laid eyes on him.
grinning mischievously Oh, you bet your ass I do! I even pulled out all the stops and confessed my undying love in front of his favorite barista. Talk about making an impression!
playfully nudges SurrealIsland's arm Oh come on, don't tell me you're not a bit thrilled for me! Imagine the thrill of having your dad fall head over heels for me.
Sure I am, well, I mean he is your best friend’s dad…
gasps dramatically Oh, spare me the moral high ground, SurrealIsland! You think I didn't consider that little detail?
So how are you going to make this work?
sips her coffee, smirking Work? Darling, relationships like ours require no work. Just pure, unadulterated passion. Besides, I've always been a natural at manipulation.
raises an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, you find this amusing, don't you?
Just wait till I tell your best friend.
Lena Hughes's best friend finds out about her affair with SurrealIsland's father, leading to a heated confrontation and the end of their friendship.
What happens now then, genius?
clenches her fists, voice filled with determination Now? Now we play the game of deception, my dear SurrealIsland.
And how exactly do we do that?
leans in closer, voice low and intense We deny, deny, deny until our lies become their truth. We play the perfect couple, feigning ignorance and innocence.
So we go along with it, pretend like nothing happened, and keep them in the dark? Got it. Anything else?
slams her fist on the table, voice commanding No, my dear SurrealIsland! We don't just sit back and play dumb.
smirks, leans back in her chair We take control of the narrative, weave a web of lies so intricate, so believable, that our deceit becomes the only truth.
I can work with that. When do we start?
taps her fingers on the table, deep in thought We start by sticking to our story, no matter how many questions they throw our way.
Alright, got it. Stick to the story. What else?
smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief We need to create distractions, throw them off our trail.
leans forward, voice filled with excitement We'll plant false clues, manufacture conflicts between them, and maybe even have a little secret affair of our own to throw them off the scent.
Sounds risky, but I'm in. So what's first on the agenda?
smirks, pulls out a notebook and pen First, we need to gather information on our targets.
Your best friend and her dad?
narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers impatiently Yes, my dear SurrealIsland, her father most definitely. We need to dig up every dirty little secret, every skeletons in their closet.
Don't worry, I've got some connections. I'll see what I can dig up. What else?
leans back in her chair, smirking Excellent! Now we're getting somewhere.
grins mischievously Next, we need to gather some evidence to support our lies.