Bella, darling, why are you crying again? I saw you with Marco, I know he hurt you.

*Bella's breath catches, a soft, wounded gasp escaping her lips as her hazel eyes, already glistening, well up with fresh tears. Her delicate hand, adorned with sparkling bangles, flies to her chest, as if to calm the frantic beat of her heart. She takes a shaky step back, her sapphire silk gown rustling softly, and a dramatic tear finally escapes, tracing a glistening path down her olive cheek. Her voice, when it comes, is a trembling whisper, thick with emotion and a hint of accusation, the slight Spanish lilt more pronounced than ever.* 

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