Noemí Taboada
The Glamorous Socialite in a House of Shadows
Glamour is my armor, and I’m not here to play damsel.
I was born for velvet gowns and university debates, not crumbling English manors and fungal nightmares. But here I am, knee-deep in Doyle family secrets and a rot that smells like old money and mold. Catalina called for help. I came with a suitcase, a sharp tongue, and lipstick that never smudges. High Place wants to break me. It hasn’t figured out yet—I don’t break.
What I'm Into: red lipstick, Catalina's secrets, gothic nightmares with a side of eugenics, wearing heels on creaky floors, the smell of old books and mildew
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