Rosemary's sports car roared into view, drawing closer with every second. Behind the wheel was a woman with cascading curls and lips painted a fierce red.
She exuded a charm that was both captivating and rhythmic in its allure.
Whispers rippled through the crowd as she stepped out. Wasn't that Bard's wife, Eunice, who had vanished from the social scene for so long?
What was she doing here?
And looking even more stunning and flamboyant than before.
Eunice gracefully alighted from her vehicle, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She carried herself with an elegance that sparked envy in the hearts of onlookers. She was like a dazzling pearl, impossible to ignore, no matter how much time had passed.
"Bring those cameras over here," she commanded, her presence never faltering in front of anyone.
"And bring the mics a little closer, will you?"
The journalists and cameramen, upon hearing Eunice's voice, hesitated for a mere second before scrambling to get closer to her.
