Cosima giggled. “It’s also called the tradition of the bloody sheets for that reason.” My face was frozen. “That’s a barbaric tradition!” Gianna hissed. “Mother, you can’t allow it.” “It’s not up to me,” Mother said. “That’s right. We won’t abandon our traditions.” Nina turned to me. “And from what I know you’ve been well-protected from male attention, so there’s nothing for you to fear. The sheets will prove your honor.”
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