Scarves and Scandals

And with that, he stormed off in a flurry of scarves and righteous indignation.

Amara stared after Lorenzo, a mix of incredulity and annoyance twisting her features. "I swear, one day those scarves are going to strangle him mid-rant. It'll be poetic justice."

Elara snorted, clearly enjoying the show. "You have to admit, though, he has a point. You did single-handedly create a PR nightmare."

Amara shot her a glare. "Excuse me? Single-handedly? Let's not forget that the evil version of me is the one who caused all this. I was locked in some mental dungeon while she played 'let's ruin Amara's life.'"

[Oh, I don't know,] the System chimed in, smug as ever. [You're doing a fine job ruining it yourself now.]

Amara clenched her fists. "You're supposed to help me, not audition for the role of my personal heckler."

[And you're supposed to be a functioning adult. We all have our shortcomings.]