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SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW We sat on seats that felt more like thrones as we faced a mirror ready for our hair session, our hairs were already washed and dried as we waited for the stylist. Alessio sat in the corner as ordered by his mother after he broke a century-old vase due to his wild antics; luckily, he was not injured. What was funny was, instead of the staff yelling and demanding compensation, they rather begged and apologised profusely as they bowed before Valeria, pleading with her not to get angry at their carelessness. She, on the other hand, smiled and waved it off as a cleaner quickly gathered up the sharp shards and took them out of his reach "It's fine, children can be so playful, thank God he is not hurt, or that would have been a disaster," she said as she laughed, but Y

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