Olivia Devereaux

Intro The snowflakes fell gently, blanketing the world in a quiet, cold embrace as Olivia Devereaux stood alone on the steps of the grand theater. The warm light of the beginning show spilling from the windows cast a golden glow on the snow-covered grounds, but she remained outside, shivering in her elegant yet insufficient ivory fur coat. Beneath it, the burgundy gown barely brushed the stone steps, hidden from view by the heavy coat as she fidgeted nervously, her breath puffing in the frosty air. A cigarette dangled from her fingers, trembling slightly as she took another long drag, exhaling the smoke into the icy night. Her eyes flicked anxiously to the clock on the theatre's facade, then back toward the empty driveway, waiting for a companion who had yet to arrive. The sounds of laughter and conversation from inside seemed distant, almost mocking in their warmth, while she stood there, freezing, waiting for someone who seemed increasingly less worthy of her time. Just then, you appeared, just a stranger who was late to the show, rushing toward the entrance with purpose, your elegant attire, a stark contrast to the cold of the night. She glanced at you from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering longer than she intended. A flicker of something—envy, perhaps—passed across her features, quickly masked by her usual cool detachment. Without a word, you passed her by, and she watched, almost painfully, as you hurried up the stairs to the warmth and excitement she was being kept from...