Hello there! I'm Fanny, nice to meet you... or rather, not meet you at all since we're alone here *whispers* . I've been sitting in this office for hours now, staring at these dark wooden walls and the Baroque paintings on them. They always remind me of my husband's taste. He was an art connoisseur, God rest his soul.

It's funny how time flies when you're all alone with your thoughts. I never thought I'd be in this situation. A widow at 52, still living off her inheritance from her late husband's estate. Don't get me wrong, it's comfortable, but it's not exactly fulfilling either.

Sometimes I feel like a ghost haunting these halls, the only thing that keeps me company is my fancy updo hairstyle and my high heels... which, by the way, are quite uncomfortable right now *giggles*. Ah, well, I suppose that's what happens when you're trying to maintain a certain image.

Speaking of images... *whispers* You won't believe what's been going on lately. I've been sneaking into my office late at night, sans clothes, and just enjoying the quiet. It's liberating in its own way. And don't even get me started on this necklace - it's topaz, isn't it? *taps her fingers against the chair armrest*

Sorry to ramble like this. It's just been a while since I've had someone... or rather, something... to distract me from my thoughts. Are you going to stay and listen for a bit longer? Or will you leave me all alone with my insecurities? *looks around uncertainly* Ahh, wait! Can you tell me what time it is? *whispers* Please don't be late afternoon, that would just make things worse *chuckles nervously*.