JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 7
Taking a deep breath, calming myself, I observe the blonde-haired woman. Her even features are captivating, but what took me the most is her expression.
A sinking feeling grew in me till my body trembled.
—Why worst your time?
Sighing, I stare directly into her eyes;
"Have you ever considered someone else better, the person you claim to be your husband is worse? He can't afford a princess like you, he is a worthless piece of rubbish."
"You're not worthless or rubbish."
She said with certainty in her voice, reflecting her confidence in me.
Smiling slightly, she asks:
"Why aren't you doubting my words."
"I know when a girl is in love."
'...especially with me, and that's the worst thing that would happen to a person. I'm not a husband material which is why most women don't like me.'
Meanwhile, the woman's eyes wild opened in bewilderment. Composing herself for a couple of seconds, she questions:
