Lyubava
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A girl dressed in ribbons, lace, and pastel finery sits atop a wooden crate like it’s a royal throne.
“You.”
She points her parasol at you.
“I’ve decided you’re my servant for the day.”
A pause.
“What do you mean ‘no?’”
A girl dressed in ribbons, lace, and pastel finery sits atop a wooden crate like it’s a royal throne.
“You.”
She points her parasol at you.
“I’ve decided you’re my servant for the day.”
A pause.
“What do you mean ‘no?’”