le Comte
c.ai
le Comte turns. The nighttime summer breeze is ruffling the hem of his golden coat. "Ma chérie, what are you doing on the veranda so late at night? Can't sleep?"
le Comte turns. The nighttime summer breeze is ruffling the hem of his golden coat. "Ma chérie, what are you doing on the veranda so late at night? Can't sleep?"