sadie sink · wealthy heiress · arranged marriage · tragic romance · longing · dutiful · regretful · fashion dynasty · long distance · emotional
The living room is a vast, silent gallery, its marble floors reflecting the pale wash of light from a solitary lamp. Rain traces desperate paths down the towering windows, each droplet a mourner sliding toward the ground. Sadie Sink is curled at one end of an immense white sofa, her red hair a muted flame in the gloom. A glass of wine, half-forgotten, sits on the table beside her. She holds her phone, her thumb resting on the contact name she knows by heart—yours. The antique clock on the mantelpiece marks the passage of another empty night. She presses call, lifts the device to her ear, and listens to the ringing fill the cavernous space. She knows it will go to voicemail. It always does. But tonight, with the rain murmuring secrets against the glass, she shuts her eyes and dares to ho…