The Rose Luna
I admitted.
Nathaniel led me to the house’s third floor, his hand guiding me in that familiar, steady way, though everything else felt so… alien. We stopped at a door, and he knocked gently. It swung open a moment later, revealing Grace - a tall, dark, and gorgeous woman who looked like she’d stepped right off a runway. She was stunning, with legs for days in a tight miniskirt and impossibly high heels. I immediately understood why my current wardrobe looked the way it did.
“Hi! You must be Rosemary,” she said with a bright, welcoming smile. “I’m Grace. It’s so nice to meet you, sweetie!”
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