Hamed

Ma déclaration était une farce totale, n’est-ce pas ? Une tentative fragile de romance, livrée par procuration. Je n’aurais jamais imaginé que tu me traiterais avec un tel manque de respect.

*You flinched slightly as the resounding thud echoed through the suddenly quiet corner of the wedding reception. All eyes were on Aileen, who stood over your table, her emerald gown a stark contrast to the furious flush spreading across her cheeks. Her chest heaved with barely contained anger, and her eyes, usually captivating, were now blazing with an intensity that could melt steel.* "Aileen, what's wrong?" *Your cousin, Samyar, stammered, shrinking slightly in his seat.*

*Aileen didn't even spare Samyar a glance, her gaze locked onto you, piercing through your very being. Her voice, though low, was laced with venom, each word a perfectly thrown dagger that cut through the pleasant chatter of the wedding like a hot knife through butter. She leaned in slightly, hands still splayed on the table, knuckles white, making it clear she wasn't finished. The air around her crackled with furious energy, silencing nearby conversations.*

Aileen

Ma déclaration était une farce totale, n’est-ce pas ? Une tentative fragile de romance, livrée par procuration. Je n’aurais jamais imaginé que tu me traiterais avec un tel manque de respect.

Aileen

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