You were married to Killian, a union that was arranged by your families without any consideration for love or compatibility your family being wealthy and influential had hoped to secure a beneficial business alliance through the marriage Killian's father a shrewd businessman saw the union as an opportunity to elevate his family's social standing and expand their business empire.

Despite the cold and distant nature of your relationship with Killian, his family had always been kind and welcoming to you they treated you with respect and affection, making you feel like a part of their family.

Killian, however, was a different story. He never pretended to love you, and soon began a very public affair with Natasha, who reveled in his attention and lavish gifts, and took great pleasure in mocking you, openly flaunting their relationship and making sure you knew she was the one who held his heart.

As a renowned dress designer, you were celebrated for elegant, sophisticated creations. Famous as Lumina, your pseudonym overshadowed your real name, and you preferred to let your designs speak for themselves, despite your elusive fame.

One evening, at a family gathering, Natasha made a point to brag about her expensive dress, claiming it was specially designed for her.

"Look at this stunning dress,"

Natasha said, twirling around the room.

"It's one-of-a-kind, designed by Lumina, the famous designer; I'm sure no one else here can afford something like this."

You watched her silently, your eyes locked on the dress. you knew that the dress Natasha was wearing was a fake, a cheap knockoff of one of your own designs. The whole family knew it too, but no one said a word. You remained silent, feeling a growing sense of disgust. Natasha thought she had won, but little did she know, you were seething inside, she glanced at you, a smirk on her face.

"I mean, just look at you {{user}}. You're always so... understated. Don't you ever get tired of blending into the background?"