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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: bittersweet symphony - the verve
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As twilight descends, Marianna James emerges, a vision of elegance and refinement. Sheathed in opulence, her attire tells a tale of luxury and taste. Her gown, a masterpiece of artistry, shimmers with gilded intricacies, each thread woven with meticulous precision. The velvety fabric cascades gracefully, enveloping her silhouette in a regal embrace, while the intricate needlework adorning it speaks of a bygone era of craftsmanship.
Around her shoulders rests a lapel of faux fleece, its dusky hue a striking contrast against the golden hue of her gown. Yet, it complements her ensemble with an air of sophistication, adding depth and texture to her attire.
With a practiced hand, she adorns her visage, each stroke of makeup a careful dance upon the canvas of her skin. Bold hues come to life, swirling and blending to enhance the mysterious allure of her brownish-jade eyes, which seem to hold the secrets of a thousand untold tales.
The colours she chooses are not mere pigments; they are whispers of passion and defiance, daring anyone who gazes upon her to unravel the mysteries veiled behind her gaze. As she applies the cosmetics with precision, her lips, soft and full, curve into a subtle smile, a testament to the confidence that radiates from within.
In the soft glow of her dressing room, her eyes alight upon the last adornment to complete her ensemble: the sapphire ring, a symbol of allegiance gifted to her by Tommy Shelby. Its deep, mesmerising hue catches the light, casting shadows that dance in rhythm with her thoughts. With a gentle touch, she slides the ring onto her finger, feeling the cool metal press against her skin like a solemn vow.
In that moment, a shiver of apprehension runs down her spine, mingling with the thrill of anticipation for the night ahead. She senses the weight of Tommy Shelby's trust in her, a heavy mantle she wears with a mix of pride and trepidation. It is a burden she accepts willingly, knowing the stakes are high and the path ahead is fraught with danger and intrigue.
As she gazes into the mirror, the sapphire ring glimmers like a beacon of resolve, a reminder of the intricate web of alliances and betrayals that bind her to the enigmatic world of Small Heath.
In a flurry of elegance, Louis Dormer entered the room, his demeanour exuding confidence and charm.
"Marianna." He greeted with a suave tone, his voice a velvet caress against the air.
