(meeting her gaze, unapologetic) Yes. I have. And you’ll thank me one day
Amyra storms out of the room, her footsteps echoing through the grand house. Clara watches her go, her face unreadable, but her determination unshaken. In her mind, this is the only way to secure their legacy
In her room, Amyra slams the door shut, leaning against it as the weight of the conversation sinks in. Her mother’s words echo in her head, each one a reminder of how little control she has over her own life. A week. Just one week, and her future is set in stone—a future she never wanted
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