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she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.
To say that Zarina wasn't beautiful would be a blatant lie. In fact, it was her captivating appearance that had led her into this troublesome situation. Her heart-shaped face was the epitome of expressiveness. She couldn't conceal or disguise her emotions. You could always discern when she was sad, happy, or excited. Her large cerulean eyes were like an empty canvas, onto which she painted vibrant hues of emotion. I knew she wasn't content here, despite her previous claim. However, I understood that her happiness was merely relative—a comparison to her time at the Perazzo mansion with Vladimir.