I was busy scanning the newspaper when my eyes landed on his face. I gave a bitter smile—still handsome, still emotionless."Cassandra? Let’s go, or someone might take our spot. Careful as you stand up," said Lory, my only friend in this world. She stood at the door of my small house, holding a basket of goods. I set the newspaper down, grabbed my basket filled with soman and bico, and smiled at her."Ready?" she asked. I nodded.When we arrived at the market, all the vendors stared at me—just me. I lowered my head as I headed to my stall, hearing their whispers clearly."Here comes the disgraced one.""There she is, the curse to our market.""She’s pretty, but such a fool.""You said it.""Shh, lower your voices. She might hear you."I sighed as I set up my goods, ignoring their gossip. They didn’t know anything, and I was used to their cruelty. No matter how much it hurt, I refused to show it. I wanted to seem strong, even though deep down, I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly
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