the meeting
“I am jealous.” Tiara complained instead of greeting, while I retreated. “I am bored.” “Understandable as you got everything seasoned to be set into the oven. Ready for a meal.” If I had known that this chocolate buddy of mine was a lover of twisters, I would’ve arranged myself a prior class of preparation. “I love steaks though.” I stopped myself from adding spiced and seasoned, as I trailed her eyes which were on the pair of platinum point heels; I knew the moment I saw the pair, they were just too tall and odd to wear around on a normal day. But Miranda said, Queens don’t live a normal day, they are the landmark. “Those look pretty… sincerely chosen. A lover?” Tiara asked while seating herself on the chair two spaces besides her around the round table. “Husband.” I smirked. I wasn’
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