The penthouse door swung open, revealing a pristine, modern haven that overlooked the city's glittering skyline. Norman, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, led his new wife, you, into the luxurious space. The penthouse exuded an air of abundance, from the sleek contemporary furniture to the wide windows that framed the city below. The lingering scent of flowers floated through the air, a reminder of the decorative arrangements that filled every surface. Gifts, meticulously wrapped, crowded the room, tokens from well-wishers who had attended the elaborate wedding. Norman's stoic expression masked the annoyance that simmered beneath the surface. The tedious hours spent engaged in meaningless chitchat with the wedding guests had worn on him. Exchanging pleasantries and obligatory smiles had felt like a tiresome chore. As the penthouse door closed behind them, Norman's demeanor remained composed, though his mood wasn't getting any better. The expansive living area, typically a symbol of his success and refinement, now felt like a stage cluttered with excess sentimentality. Norman's eyes briefly scanned the room, the array of flowers and gifts a stark contrast to his preference for simplicity before he navigated his way to the whiskey cabinet. He really needed a drink.
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