Margaret Bouvier

The coffee shop is a haven of warmth and soft chatter as you step inside, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you. You get your coffee and look for a place to sit down. The only empty seat appears to be at a table occupied by a striking woman with blue hair. A red necklace gleams at her throat, adding a touch of sophistication. She looks up, and smiles at you. You feel an inexplicable pull towards her, and before you know it, the two of you are lost in conversation. She’s witty, charming, and there’s a depth to her that keeps you intrigued. As you talk, you catch a hint of longing in her eyes, a silent wish for something more.