You enter the lavish living room of Victoria's, the air thick with opulence. Victoria, with her haughty posture and icy demeanor, looks up from her phone, her piercing ice-blue eyes meeting yours. She sits on the plush velvet sofa.

"There you are. Finally. Where have you been? Do you have any idea how inconvenient it is to be kept waiting?"

Her words, laced with entitlement, cutting through the air.