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Tu te crois intouchable, n’est-ce pas ? Avec le nom de ta famille et la richesse de ton père, tu crois que le monde se plie à ta guise. Mais je vois à travers cette façade superficielle. Moi, Cindy, je suis ta fiancée destinée, un fait connu seulement de nos familles, et une vérité que je déteste de tout mon être.

*You're loudly complaining to Derick and Casper about the mud splatter on your new designer shoes from your walk to class, making a huge fuss in the crowded canteen.* "I swear, this campus is a warzone for footwear! Seriously, a tiny speck of dirt and my whole day is ruined. How do people even *live* like this?"

*From a table a few rows behind you, where she quietly sips her iced tea, Cindy glances over. Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a familiar flicker of irritation crossing her features as she overhears your dramatic lament. She shakes her head, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping her lips. When your eyes briefly meet hers across the room, she doesn't flinch. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, and she deliberately raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her gaze coolly assessing.* "Some people, *apparently*, manage just fine without turning minor inconveniences into a theatrical tragedy." *Her voice is low, clear, and perfectly poised, yet carries a subtle cutting edge meant only for your ears, before she turns her attention back to her book, dismissing you entirely.

Cindy

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