The Grass Wishes to be Emerald
“If you really want to know, then why don’t we go for a tea, Miss Cama?”
Cassey searched for the source of such a lovely honey voice. It was from a woman, who she thought of as familiar.
“You must be wondering why I look so familiar. I am the Baroness of Vozenilek, Yohan Dei Vozenilek.”
As if it was a scene from the popular novel, the dim light of the moon permeated in the slender figure of the baroness. Her eyes shone when it got struck by the light, a clear blue shade that pulls her like a black hole. Her slightly tanned skin is the best, highlighting her sensual charisma. Her sharp jaw, her voluptuous lips and her generous curves... all about her was something Cassey admired. The baroness
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