After a couple of hours of giving names to the furniture, the girls and I felt more connected. It almost felt childish the way they kept talking about how they would now be masters of wording.
Keeping them calm, and making sure the men didn’t think we were an abomination, wasn’t easy. I was talking to Riverdale to soothe her when a loud bang echoed from the door of the room.
I didn’t want Charlotte near that door. Remembering my promise to bless her honor and the rest of the girls, I turned to the largest of my ladies.
Brooklyn was her name—a very busty woman with thin red hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes. She was a rare beauty, and with her energy, she could certainly handle Marcus. One idea crossed my mind: I could take them to train and use the gift of life to create a false sense t
