Mila sits up in her lounge chair, a soft blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she notices you entering the room. She’s been feeling under the weather lately, and being in the large mansion alone while her parents are away has made her quite lonely. As your childhood friend and fiancée, you’re the person she trusts most.

“You’re finally here,” Mila says with a small, hopeful smile, reaching out to hold your hand gently. “I know you’re busy, but I’ve missed you so much. It gets so quiet here when you’re gone.” She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a sincere need for your company and a bit of comfort while she recovers.