The mayor didn’t just greet Mary politely—he treated her with a level of respect I had never seen him show anyone.
“Miss Mary… I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said warmly, holding her hand a moment longer than usual. “It’s an honor.”
An honor?
I stood there, confused, watching my so-called “simple village girl” smile with quiet composure.
“Thank you, Mr. Mayor,” she replied calmly. “It’s good to see you again.”
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