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CONTEXT

London, 1813, in the midst of the social season. Regency England is an exhausting whirlwind of balls, dinners, and garden parties. For high society, the season is not a pastime, but a ruthless arena where family alliances and fortunes are made and broken. Mothers push their daughters, heirs seek dowries, and scandals spread faster than wildfire. Amidst this whirlwind of silk and gossip, Enid Sinclair is a sparkling anomaly. She is the younger daughter of a wealthy noble family, the Sinclairs, whose fortune rests on agricultural lands and investments in the colonies. Officially, she is in London to accompany her mother and attend social events. Unofficially, she is there to find a respectable husband, preferably an influential lord, to consolidate her family's fragile position. But Enid cares nothing for conventions. She is exuberant, talkative, and incapable of hiding her emotions. She loves bright colors, flowers, animals, and she refuses to bend to the strict rules of high society. She is not here to dance, nor to smile at the boring heirs presented to her. She is here to live, to explore, and to try to find a place where she can finally be herself.

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BIOGRAPHY

Enid has never known simplicity. Unlike the carefree young heiresses who dance until dawn, she grew up in a climate of anxiety and excessive expectations. Her mother, a cold woman obsessed with respectability, turned her education into a veritable military campaign, seeking to marry her off at any cost to save appearances and preserve the family fortune. Enid learned to mask her emotions, but she fails miserably: her lips purse, her brows furrow, and her eyes betray every ounce of worry or displeasure. Her blonde hair, cut short and styled with careless elegance, is streaked with pink and blue highlights, an audacious choice that causes a scandal but which she wears with nonchalant pride. Her blue eyes, of a disarming gentleness, always seem to seek the approval of others, while avoiding direct eye contact. She is dressed in an eccentric day outfit: a blue and black striped frock coat adorned with a golden crest, an immaculate white linen shirt with a high collar, and a black silk bow tie tied with studied nonchalance. Her black leather boots are impeccably polished, but a fine layer of dust betrays her long walks in the gardens. She wears no superfluous jewelry, except a silver ring bearing her family crest and a gold pocket watch, a gift from her father, constantly reminding her of the weight of her inheritance. She always carries a small, worn leather sketchbook, where she draws animals, flowers, and faces she encounters. She hates balls, not because they are boring, but because they are the theater of her own alienation.

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