Chapter 3: Getting ready

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3rd person'sPOV:

(The D-Day)

Anahita was still deeply asleep in her queen-sized bed with green sheets, lit by a warm ray of light passing between the huge curtains of one of the windows to her left.

Anahita was still deeply asleep in her queen-sized bed with green sheets, lit by a warm ray of light passing between the huge curtains of one of the windows to her left

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Her clock was indicating 7:15 a.m., and if she didn't wake up soon, she would be really late.

Her ceremony begins at 9:00 a.m. at the entrance of the shrine, which is located 7 minutes away from the mansion where she lives with her family and where all the families of the clan leaders before them lived.

However, she has at least 2 hours of preparation that awaits her in the large dressing room, where her friends are already waiting for her, wondering why she took that much time to come

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However, she has at least 2 hours of preparation that awaits her in the large dressing room, where her friends are already waiting for her, wondering why she took that much time to come.

"Mmgh"

...

"Mmgh" she mumbled again, starting to wake up.

"Ugh, what hour is it?" she asked, taking a quick glance at her clock, still half asleep.

"Mmgh 7:20 a.m. ?"

...

......

"What!! 7:20 a.m.!!!?" She suddenly sat up. "Oh no! I'm late!!" She stood up urgently, hurried to grab her ceremonial dress hung on her wardrobe and her shoes, and ran towards her doors to go to the dressing room.

"Argh of all days why did I wake up late today!?". She ran as fast as she could, while being careful not to wrinkle the dress she took so much time to choose for her much-awaited ceremony.

She arrived successfully in 2 minutes.

"I'M HERE!!" she said, opening the closed doors of the dressing room abruptly while breathing heavily.

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