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- Isn't it! Miranda Zeujor exclaimed arrogantly. Then she turned to Ariadne and smiled at her.

- You are also beautiful tonight, my dear. I see you're giving thanks to your mother.

- Evidently.  My mother is the most beautiful this evening.

The two women exchanged a glance loaded with challenge and hostility.

- I suppose you are very proud of that. But doesn't being behind the others arouse jealousy and lustful feelings in you?

- I assume," Ariadne replied, repeating the same words as her interlocutor, "that you know what you are talking about. But to answer your question, being behind the others is for me something so relative. So when it comes to my feelings in particular, as long as I'm the first one in my love's heart, I don't really care about the rest. Isn't that right Miranda?