Zara stood in front of the mirror, her fingers deftly working through her hair as she prepared herself for the day ahead. The weight of the previous night's events hung heavily on her heart, her eyes dull, and her movements slow.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Zara took a deep breath, steeling herself before answering. "Ajao,"
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