Here lies Alice Carter, a woman once filled with ambition, now buried beneath the weight of her own desires. She was a dreamer, a believer in fairy tales spun from gold and silk, a woman who thought wealth could be the answer to all life’s miseries.
She longed for a life where struggle was a distant memory, where cabs were replaced by chauffeurs and small apartments by grand estates. She wanted servants to anticipate her needs, luxury to soften life’s edges, and a man so wealthy that her worries would vanish like smoke in the wind.
But in her pursuit of diamonds, she forgot the value of herself.
And so, the dreamer died—not in a tragic accident or a cruel twist of fate, but in quiet surrender. What rose in her place was a woman trapped in velvet chains, bound by comfort yet suffocated by control.
This is not her final story, but the beginning of her reckoning.