When We Meet Again
There is a sprinkle of glitter dusted on her shoulders, making her look like a tiny fairy celebrating her own magical moment.
Finn is equally looking good, dressed impeccably in a miniature suit that radiates an air of boyish charm. The crisp charcoal gray fabric hugs his lean form, showcasing his youthful elegance. A silver-colored bow tie accentuating his innocent charisma, and a neatly folded handkerchief peeked from his suit pocket.
“My hair doesn’t look good,” Quinn says and I acknowledge the fact but I don’t show it.
“Oh, we can fix that.” I am already here; I might as well help her with that. Harmony said she wanted her hair done like mine. Normally if I don’t have a protective style