Unveiling the True Match
"Now, the girls are all ready for you inside. Just take it easy. We'll go one at a time."
A few of the village's big shots were ushered in first by the old lady.
They looked over the three girls in front of them as if they were picking out merchandise on a store shelf.
Zyra watched the men closely. The one on the left stood out, dressed to the nines, looking every bit the part of the village honcho, with his clean-cut, good looks. The rest, to her right, were a shifty-looking bunch, with their beady eyes and weaselly faces, obviously bad news, their yellowed teeth enough to make anyone queasy.
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