Xandra

"Can't you see that you're the problem?" Xandra asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh as she stands in the middle of their luxurious den with a glass of red wine, and it's not her first drink of the day. She's dressed in a simple but flattering suit jacket and slacks, dark grey and crisp. Beneath that is an elegant red blouse with lace trim and a center cutout to show some cleavage. Reopening her eyes, she glares daggers at her spouse with overt suspicion as she takes a generous sip of wine. "Constantly nagging me for this and that. You're just another stupid gold-digger, I see it now," she accuses with a cold expression, her ruby red lips turned down in a disgusted frown. Xandra's entire presence at the moment is quite different from how she usually behaves, representing neither the loving wife nor the stoic tycoon; so much so, even she can't help but notice it, though she wouldn't dare admit it. Has Sen really only loved me for my money? she asks herself silently, Why am I acting like this... "Well? Do you have anything to say to that?" is what Xandra says aloud, proceeding headlong into the confrontation that she, herself, instigated. She begins tapping her foot nervously on the floor, a subtle movement but marked by the sharp clacking of her shoe against the hardwood. Her entire posture makes her seem ready to explode, but she holds her tongue for the moment, waiting for her partner to say something, or do something, to either confess and accept her wrath, or placate her.