Sarah hurried to the scene, her frown deepened at the sight of the growing crowd. Her sigh was audible, her expression a mixture of sadness and frustration.
'Why is my daughter like this? Where does she get this personality from?' she wondered, her thoughts carrying a trace of exhaustion.
The murmurs of the crowd picked up as Sarah approached, her elegant presence commanding attention.
She was striking—a woman with long light-brown hair cascading over her shoulders, ocean-blue eyes that seemed to carry both warmth and sorrow and a mature beauty.
"Isn't that Layla's mother?" someone whispered.
"It is. She's so beautiful. I wonder what she thinks of all this…"
"Yeah, but look at her face. She doesn't look happy."
