Dr. Romantic Love

Episode III & IV: The Arranged Marriage

The Ramirez's POV- Episode III

In the hushed corridors of the busy Greenwood Psychiatric Institute, Dr. Ava Ysabella Constanza Ramirez moved with quiet authority. Her tall, willowy frame was framed by a cascade of raven-black hair that fell in soft waves, in stark contrast to her piercing almond-shaped eyes that seemed to dissect thoughts with every glance. She had a presence that drew people in, an unspoken promise that in her presence they could finally unravel the labyrinth of their minds.

Ava was not just a psychologist; she was a force to be reckoned with in her field. After graduating from Harvard University's top class with a Ph.D. in clinical psychology, she specializes in the intricacies of the human mind, seeking solace in the darkest recesses of troubled souls. Her reputation as a therapist was unmatched, and her clients spoke of her with respect. They whispered tales of her uncanny ability to unravel their deepest fears and desires, a skill she possessed like no other.

Beyond her professional prowess, Ava has an aura of compassion and empathy that sets her apart. She had an uncanny knack for understanding the unspoken words that lingered in the spaces between spoken sentences, and her soothing voice had the power to calm the most tormented souls.

As she strode through the institute's corridors, her white coat billowing slightly behind her colleagues and patients alike could not help but admire her dedication to healing arts. Some said that she had a sixth sense when it came to her patients, a connection that transcended the bounds of science. Others marveled at her unyielding commitment to making a difference in the lives of those who sought guidance. In the world of psychology, Dr. Ava Ysabella Constanza Ramirez was not just a doctor; she was a beacon of hope, guardian of the human spirit, and master of the human psyche.

Amidst the glitz and glamour of the Manhattan elite, Ava Ysabella Constanza Ramirez was an enigma, a woman of striking contradictions. Born into a world of opulence and power, she was an heiress to the empire built by her father, the most renowned businessman on the planet. However, she carried her legacy with an air of quiet humility. Ava's beauty was captivating as it was understated. Her raven-black hair cascaded into loose waves down her back, and her almond-shaped eyes, a shade of deep espresso, held a mystery that left admirers spellbound. However, it was not just her looks that drew attention; it was her intellect and presence that commanded respect.

Her father, Arnaldo Ramirez, was a titan in the corporate world with a portfolio that spanned continents and industries. His name was synonymous with success, and his fortune was the stuff of the legend. However, despite being the apple of her father's eye and the heiress to his vast fortune, Ava was no pampered princess. She earned her stripes in the hallowed halls of Ivy League academia, graduating summa cum laude from Harvard Business School, and carved out a niche for herself as a shrewd businesswoman in her own right. The media dubbed her the "Silent Force" behind the Ramirez empire, a title she wore with a knowing smile.

However, beneath the facade of privilege and wealth, Ava carried the weight of immense expectations. She was acutely aware that every move was scrutinized and that every decision was a reflection of her father's legacy. It was a burden she bore with grace and determination, determined to prove that she was more than just a billionaire daughter. As she navigated the glittering social events and corporate boardrooms of the world, Ava stood as a testament to the idea that one's lineage did not define one's destiny. She was a complex blend of ambition, compassion, and resilience; a woman who was determined to carve her path in a world where the shadow of her father's success loomed large.

As Ava stepped into her office, her trusted assistant, Maria, looked up from her desk, "Dr. Ramirez, your 2 o'clock appointment, Mr. Thompson, has arrived early."Ava gave a nod, her expression unreadable, "Thank you, Maria. Please, let him know I'll be with him shortly."