Beauty and the Alpha Beast
Most are barefoot, and all of them cling to wishes, as though they might carry them away from this place, but none of them are her.
They try, Goddess, how they try. They smile, flutter their lashes, and recite things I never said. One girl even weeps when the slipper won’t fit her foot. I force myself to be kind. It’s not their fault. They’re chasing something, maybe freedom, maybe romance, maybe just a different life.
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