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2024-10-29 19:42:56Adelard rose from his chair and holding his glass in his hand, smiled at everyone and then lowered his eyes. His gaze lingered far away, on the flowers that adorned the far corner of the room. His eyebrows relaxed, his mouth closed tightly and the tip of his nose trembled slightly, like a wild animal. He looked as if he was ready to cry at any second. But it was just emotionality, the result of being too much in love. He didn't have time to say anything. He didn't want to say anything.
Instead, Esma said, "She's a very beautiful woman and you all know her." Like any actress, Esma decided to act and so, she said, "Monsieur Adelard Mars has offered me his hand and heart." Like any good actress, everyone believed her. And that was the second wave of the earthquake.
"What? But how is that possible?"
"Is it really you?!"
"Monsieur say something!"
Grabbing his hand, Esma said, "You are all invited to our wedding!"
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