The sprawling expanse of Sophia's opulent mansion, once a symbol of her hard-earned success and status, now felt like a gilded cage – a prison of her own making. The resplendent rooms and lavish furnishings that had once brought her such pride and joy now seemed to mock her, their very existence a cruel reminder of the empire she had so recklessly jeopardized.
Alone in the cavernous confines of her bedroom, Sophia paced like a caged animal, her hands trembling with a mixture of rage and desperation. The once-composed and poised actress was a mere shell of her former self, her immaculate appearance disheveled and her eyes wild with a feverish intensity that bordered on madness.
