Sister on the other hand looked a portrait of hurt, as her eyes betrayed a declaration of pain. The tumultuous sea of emotion in them hurriedly capitulated to rivulets of ache even as she sought to rationalize the tsunami of ire her actions unwittingly inspired. In her musings, one thing is clear, she is the object of blinding disapproval from the only person who saw through her elaborate facade. Sister was a serial people-pleaser with a penchant for playing the sentiments of people around her to any advantage she could muster. Her knack for this seduction contributed greatly to her pseudo congenial disposition, as she masterfully toyed with everyone like a master ventriloquist would do with a favourite doll. She was in tune with everyone she encountered, akin to a conductor waving a wand to harmonize the varying offerings of an orchestra. Everyone danced to her composition, everyone but Elder.
Fabulously told and quite beautifully written. Quick and to the point.💕💕💕
I'm so glad you think that. Thank you.
Yes!!! Excellent! Thank you for finishing my story!!
You described what I think of super charming people, that they are diabolical, and use their power of affability to harm others.
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