"Kalypso couldn't believe it. Ceasaria looked more beautiful than she had ever imagined." — Chapter One, Lovable Villainess.
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"Did you make her cry?" Cain asked as the male gently pressed something cold against my puffy eyes. He was accusatory towards his own father. His expression souring as he fussed over me. Cain had burst in mere seconds after my waterworks and then quickly ran towards me, asking if I was alright to which I tearfully nodded.
How humiliating. I didn't mean to cause a scene. I knew better than to do so.
"I didn't make her cry," Aramus shot back, sighing and running his hands through his hair. He looked worried, if I knew what that meant. No one had shown worry towards me.
"You did, though," Cain pouted, "If Father ever makes you cry again, you should just hit him. He can take it."
"Or you can tattle," Mina said, pouring some warm tea for me to drink, "Cain and I would love an excuse to hit him."
