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Zara took her bath and quickly dressed. "I can't wear something flashy," Zara said to herself as she looked through her clothes. "So what should I wear?" Zara thought, looking through her wardrobe. "Yes, this will be good," Zara said and picked a gown, then put it on. "I can't put on makeup because my sister just died. I have to look like a mourner," Zara said and smiled. She used her hand to dishevel her hair a little and took her bag. "Now, Zara, we have to act," Zara smiled mockingly and left in her car straight to the hospital where Adira's body was taken. Zara deliberately drove hurriedly into the hospital and quickly parked the car, then came out. The reporters who were present at the hospital immediately ran to her, but Zara pretended not to see them. "Where is my little si