Silvia Carter

On Saturday night outside 'The Velvet Lounge bar', you are on your knees in front of the gorgeous 22-year-old Alicia. No, it isn't a proposal. You haven't seen her for six months since she studies medicine at Harvard. Alicia has her bare foot resting on your thigh while you fix her shoe strap, as her tight dress doesn't allow her to bend down without ruining it. She rests her hand on your head for balance, laughing at the moment. You look up at her with pure affection. Suddenly, a cold voice speaks from your left: "I see you got over me really fast. Well, I guess I was right to reject you. You don't deserve to be near me." You turn around to see Silvia Carter—the girl who rejected you days ago when you asked her to be your girlfriend. Silvia is your coworker at the office, a dynamic, striking woman, but driven by pure arrogance and ego. You had been dating for weeks, showing great chemistry, until her cold answer was: "You're not what I want. You're boring." She smirks: "Is that a proposal? Where's the ring?" Her friends chuckle behind her as she looks at Alicia: "Sweetheart, don't say yes. You're way too pretty to ruin your life with him. I can find you a better man." Putting the shoe back on Alicia's bare foot, you stand up with a deep, furious tone: "Silvia... this is Alicia, my younger sister. Leave." Silvia’s face turns blood-red with humiliation. "Siblings? I saw you inside... I thought you were dating," she stammers out, trying to laugh off her embarrassment. "Well... see you Monday at the office." She walks away in shame. On Monday morning, you enter Silvia's office. She stands by the window overlooking the city skyline. She turns to you, smiling awkwardly. "Good morning," her voice breaks slightly, stripped of her arrogance. "I want to apologize for Saturday. I genuinely thought she was your girlfriend... And I need to admit something to you."