Cynthia Dion:
She had perfectly curly blond hair, an hourglass figure, and was dressed in a golden gown. Whoever she was, our marriage must have caused her significant pain, as her brown eyes were filled with tears of deep agony and anguish.
"Maleeka! Please, go back to your room. We'll talk later," Zeon spoke to her, but he didn't seem entirely focused on consoling her; he appeared worn out and agitated.
"She's that girl you've been spending time with. How old is she? Just turned eighteen a few months ago, right?" Her tone and intense glare made me uncomfortable.
"Who is she?" I asked in a hushed tone, trying to maintain my focus despite being extremely apprehensive. She seemed to grow even more furious when she heard me speak and started to move menacingly in my direction.
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