January 17, 2021
17th day of the marriage game.
Early in the morning, Donna, as usual, straddled on Wile Belmonte’s lap to which the aged male found enticing. No man would ever deny her this habit. She was the epitome of femininity. Her soft features were framed by cascading waves of chestnut hair and her eyes, a warm shade of brown, sparkled with a mix of curiosity and confidence.
Donna's presence was a delicate balance of softness and strength. Like today, she wore a fitted dress that accentuated her slender figure, its fabric flowing gracefully as she moved. There was an air of sophistication about her, a blend of vulnerability and power that made her both approachable and formidable.
Wile's mind however, momentarily shifted from the elaborate plan he had set in motion for Neoma. D
