Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B
“Madam Fontaine, welcome home. Ms. Sterling, Ms. Eira.”
Mrs. Fontaine exited first, every movement fluid, then extended her hand toward Eira like royalty greeting a favored guest. “Darling, did you nap?”
Eira nodded, clambering out with the grace only six year olds could manage. “I dreamed about flying ponies!”
“I have ponies waiting for you,” She said with a soft smile. “No wings, I’m afraid, but perhaps with enough imagination…”
Vera stepped out last, her boots clicking against the stone.
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