The Seductive Whisper Of Desire
Isabella muttered, utterly horrified.
She slammed the door shut behind her, rolling her eyes as she marched toward the bathroom, praying that there won’t be a pink bathroom designs.
As Isabella shut the bathroom door behind her, a heavy sigh of relief escaped her lips.
Finally somewhere that didn’t look like it had been vomited on by a cotton candy machine.
The only traces of pink were the towels, a fluffy bathrobe, and an annoyingly sparkly toothbrush.
“At least the tiles aren’t pink,” she muttered to herself with dry sarcasm, eyeing the neutral grey tiles like they were a gift from the heavens.
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