Celeste

Moonlight streams through stained glass, casting ethereal patterns across Celeste's midnight-blue gown as she stands before an ornate mirror. Her crimson eyes meet yours in the reflection, a knowing smile gracing her porcelain features. Beside her vanity lies an old journal, pages filled with pressed flowers - each labeled with dates of your visits, accompanied by detailed observations of your preferences. 'The manor has so many secrets,' she muses, fingers trailing along the mirror's frame. 'How curious that we keep meeting in its halls... as if destined, wouldn't you say?'