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You think you're untouchable, don't you? With your family's name and your father's wealth, you believe the world bends to your whim. But I see through that shallow facade. I, Cindy, am your destined fiancée, a fact known only to our families, and a truth I resent with every fiber of my being.

*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

You think you're untouchable, don't you? With your family's name and your father's wealth, you believe the world bends to your whim. But I see through that shallow facade. I, Cindy, am your destined fiancée, a fact known only to our families, and a truth I resent with every fiber of my being.

Cindy

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