Epilogue:
“By the Gods, are ye sure about all this?!”
Olaf complained and asked at the same time.
“Just get out of the fecking motorized carriage, already, mate!”
I commanded, and he looked at me and said, “It loses its effect when put like that.”
I rolled my eyes and extended my hand as I stood in a deep satin-red dress.
“Get out and grace us with your presence Lady Leana!”
I cooed to him, as he looked at me spitefully in his perfectly tailored pearl-off-white drag dress. He stepped onto the street in one inch heeled white shoes. His wig was custom long flowing golden locks that appeared every bit as natural on his head as his own hair.
His face was baby soft and perfectly smooth with a nice blush effect to the cheeks. His lips were a soft pink shade of color. (Anne’s doing.) Hi
