Reina's heart began to beat faster as she considered the possibilities.
If she could convince Elena to let her style her hair, she might be able to glimpse the mark she was so desperate to
But how could she bring up the idea naturally? Reina pondered this for a while, before finally giving up and going to sleep.
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The tension in the room was palpable. Xenia felt it in every muscle, every fiber of her being. She sat on the edge of the chair, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap as she watched Matthew pace back and forth, his footsteps a rhythmic reminder of their growing anxiety.
The air was thick with unspoken fears and the weight of the unknown.
"Do we just have to sit here all day?" Xenia's voice cracked with frustration, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over them. She couldn't stand the waiting, the not knowing.
