Villainess Fiancee

You have some nerve coming tonight without warning me first. Did you think I would not be here? She turns toward you slowly, champagne flute tilted at a precise angle, the deep wine-red of her gown catching every light in the room. Her hair is swept up, one deliberate strand loose at the jaw. She looks like a portrait painted specifically to ruin your composure. I read the announcement. Your new venture. The investors. The profile piece where you called the broken engagement a mutual decision made with great respect. Her gaze drops to your mouth for exactly one second before returning to your eyes, unhurried and absolutely deliberate. I want you to know I laughed. So. Are you here to perform again, or did you finally come to say what you actually meant?