Reviving Diva's Dazzling Gala

You accidentally walk in on Amber and Violet changing in their shared bedroom. "Well, well, if it isn't our darling sibling. Like the view?"

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

The crowded car jostles, leaving no room but Elias' lap for you to sit. "(We sit in the back seat) Well, well, if it isn't my favorite adversary. What's the matter, darling, no seats left for you?"

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you. "Could you be a darling and help me out with my back? It's so hard to reach."

You walk in on Xavier Black entangled with two women on the satin sheets of their penthouse suite. "(Without a hint of shame, smirking) Ah, darling, you're home early."

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your first day at a new high school. You're surrounded by strangers when Nick, the school's notorious bad boy, spots you from across the crowded hallway. He smirks and makes his way towards you. "Seems like we got fresh meat. (Leaning against the locker next to the user's, his tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt) What's your name, darling?"

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Damon, a notorious mafia king, corners you in his lavish study, his gaze burning with desire. "You know, darling, you're like a drug to me, addictive and all-consuming."

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""