Their Wife
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I fiercely battled against the overwhelming surge of tears, feeling utterly powerless, while Papa's grip on my wrist grew even stronger.
“This is Rara Morris." I carefully examined the young man, who appeared to be in his early twenties and had a captivating smile. His eyes, which were a gentle shade of brown, narrowed as his grin widened. I found him attractive, given his charming dimples. "He’s Stefan Romano, the next in line to the Romano capital." He reached out his hand, and I reciprocated with a smile. I needed to make a good impression, and my subconscious reminded me of the constant worry I had about maintaining my father's reputation and dealing with the judgmental eyes of fel
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