"Why are you becoming enraged, dear client?" The lady teases, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her words cut through the tension in the room, leaving a bitter taste in the air. With each syllable, her voice drips with a mixture of mischief and smugness.
"I simply asked a question that begs an answer," she continues, relishing in the discomfort she has caused. "You see, word has it that today is your wedding day, and yet here you are, indulging yourself in the company of a lowly woman like me. Don't you think it's time to reflect on your choices, my dear? Perhaps it is your own actions that drove her away."
Her demeanor is one of calculated provocation, her words meant to sting and cause a reaction. The room grows heavy with tension as her audacity hangs in the air, daring the
