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Your Pequeña bebe Charlatán and Amor' When the brothers read the later a sense of relief washed over them and they chuckled reading how she mentioned herself with three different names. The looked at the chocolates and felt special because no one has ever did this much sweet gesture for them. But little did know, there is a lot coming ahead for them.

“How could an ordinary, such as yourself let the skin that’s wrapped around you touch the skin of a royal such as myself?! Are you out of your mind?” The lady had two humongous beast-looking guards by her side. She was a young lady in her twenties who dressed like a dignified queen. Her accent is that I’ve never heard before. After bumping into her, I was the only one that fell. From the looks of it, it seemed like I was pushed before knocking her down. I was trying to reach for my diary when she picked it up. “What’s inside this book that got you so distracted that you couldn’t tell if I was standing before you,” the lady said as she picked my book and looked inside.

the lady said, which caused her to seize her hands from the lady's grasp before walking frustratedly back into the room, laid on the bed and slept. * Hearing a knock on the door, she grumbled before opening her eyes. "What is it?" she asked when a lady walked in. "I brought you some books." "What books?" she asked as she stared at the books in the lady's hand. "Story books,'' the lady replied as she stared at the floor. "I don't read story books," Annabelle said before laying down on the bed. "They are on the table," the lady replied before walking out of the room. Opening her eyes lazily, she sat up on the bed as she stared at the books which were neatly kept on the table.

I heard her laugh, does she think it's funny? “ You can just call me Penelope, my lady. Learning that book is the first step in living here”, she said laughing as she motioned something to the other lady. My eyes widened when the lady gave me five books. “You can start now ,my lady. I will be back in a few hours”, they bowed and in return I bowed.

How can she forget her village so easily? Anyways, despite all these thoughts, I am quite impressed by her obedience. I am quite pleased with her. She wanted to have books so I thought to show her the royal library. It was almost two weeks ago. I want to give her anything she wants. Lillian has told me that Isabelle has visited the Library in the past two weeks and she brought a dozen books from there to her room. I don’t mind it. Even if she transfers the whole library to her, I will be fine with it. It was quite surprising for me when she said that she could read.

No matter how hard I tried to explain, she wouldn't spare me a listening ear. Such a hard woman. Well, she knew nothing about life and how people like us struggled to eat once a day. She probably grew up with a silver spoon, lots of castles, and dramatic ball gowns. Speaking of being dramatic, a lady in a mini skirt scurried toward me and everyone in the shop could tell she was furious. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or she woke up on the right side but decided to put up the attitude. She strode to the counter and slammed her hand on it. Good thing her perfectly fixed nails were still intact. She eyed me more times than necessary and I felt uncomfortable.

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

She relented after about a half hour, finally giving way to my concern. Despite Scottie’s stares and the looks from Lady Emily, the rest of the day was uneventful. Belle gave me a beautiful black book, inlaid with a silver triple moon. I didn’t understand why I was being given so many things. I took the book back to my little room, closed the door and opened it. There was a handwritten note inside the cover. Our Dearest Little Love,

the woman with brown hair and refined clothes looked at the weird but beautiful girl, so she took a look at the fine pocket watch that she had in her hands, and then again observed that lilac eyed girl so clear that they seemed to be completely a lantern that led you to an unreal but magnificent fantasy, which was wearing a pretty simple but beautiful and stunning pink dress in her, there was no doubt about that little redhead overflows beauty, such beauty did not needed the help of accessories to be demonstrated, it was the opposite, she made those little pieces in her as she did with a dress without greater aesthetics managed to look beautiful and worthy of praise, the girl was beautiful,

And fuck me, that's exactly what we did. The next morning I woke up to the exact same treatment as the day before, I mean fuck I could totally get used to this. But I wanted to take a walk in her day, I wanted to see what it was that made her love to volunteer so much so we got up, cleaned up and we started to take a walk through what she loved to do with her time. The first place we stopped at was the orphanage, and I fell inlove with her all over again when I saw how all of these kids loved her. The second was the old age home, the old people went crazy when they saw her, and she suprised the one old gentleman when she played him a song she wrote about his and his deceased wife. He told me