Two Eyes Cenote rosemary

of course. of course! oh, this was just her luck!
zaahira's head turns slowly to meet the voice as she begins to process who exactly it belonged to. inji, she cannot compose herself quickly enough. surely, inji would notice the bright veins in her eyes, the damp cheeks. i-i came here to pray.
straightening her shoulders, she tries to mitigate the sorrow and fixes her gaze upon the altarpiece. it is beautiful in here, is it not? hemet nazli painted this. can you believe it?