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Gabby wore pink glitter sunglasses and named every fish like they were members of her palace staff. “That one’s Princess Bubble.” “That’s a clownfish,” Xavier said. “She can have two jobs.” Mama bought too many souvenirs because “they’re still little, Ara, don’t be stingy like a Swiss accountant.” Papá bought more at the shop next door when Mama wasn’t looking. In the end, we came home with two stuffed sharks, one plastic crown, an octopus-shaped fridge magnet, and Al crying because Gabby said his shark “had no emotional depth.”

Sarah said to me, sounding surprised. “People change, and I am not an exception. Besides, I didn't dress for him”. I said to her, before I unwrapped the towel on my head. At that moment, my silver hair fell over my shoulders and my back. I turned away from the mirror after having had enough of looking at myself. Just in time, the door to my bedroom opened. Kelly was back from wherever she had gone. “Sister, I am back!”. Kelly said with a giggle, as she carefully walked to the table and left a ceramic bowl there, which was filled to the brim with the same tonic from my previous life.

Ted's standpoint Ever walked with a candy angel? Like a real one on land? Well, you can try Cookie for a start. She wore different shades of pink, too much pink that made her look like an anime candy princess. Why? She wore one of those funny anime puffy gown with different flashy pinks, another type of purplish pink boots that almost reached her knees, gloves, jewelries, beads, hairpins, makeup and the very finishing top, her hair and eye lens for the day were pink. Each pink took either a paler, darker, brighter or neon shade. So yes, she looked like an anime candy princess or pink vomit.

“I live for glitter toilets.” She took my hand and something in my chest turned to absolute mush. I'm loving this! What can ruin the moment? Nothing! After candy, we strolled into the boutique next door—pastel dresses, fairy wings, sparkly shoes. Egi tried on a fluffy pink jacket and spun in the mirror. “I look like a bubblegum princess,” she declared. “Queen,” I corrected. “You look like someone who owns five ponies and sues people for stepping on her grass. You're a queen and no one would mess with you.”

It was Princess Leah. "Hello, little Princess." "Zuerien!!!", She shouted making Zuerien remove the phone from his ear. "Why are you shouting, Lee?" "Father is super cool!", She shouted again. "Really?" "Yes. He got me my own pony. It's so beautiful." Zuerien chuckled. "That's nice." "So nice. I named it Maximus." He chuckled and heard some voices in the background. "What's that, Lee?" "Father wants to speak with you."

After dishing out some good fan service, Queenie scattered the packing foam and revealed the neatly packed toys in bubble wraps. Sneezing twice as the dust settled, Queenie cut through the tape and bubble wrap to reveal her first toy. This is the anal plug chastity panty with lock and keys by popular demand. “You guys really went all out on this splurge. What makes you think I’d be looking at a kinkier version of an adult diaper? Could you really imagine me sitting on my chair with this on? It’s going to be a real royal pain in the literal butt. Sorry, fellas. I won’t be reviewing this. Besides, you bought a size too small for my fat ass to fit. Better luck next time.”

On the front side of the bag there was a small sticker in the shape of a leaf. “Go ahead, pull the sticker.” Mr. Lestic and I shared a look of curiosity as we did what she instructed. The sticker ripped straight down the package, and suddenly the bag began to grow, filling with air. It grew a few inches before it stopped, looking like a miniature bag of chips. “Go ahead, pop it open.” I touched the bag and it felt a bit cold. I pulled on the ends, like opening up a bag of popcorn and inside were seven gummies. “Now, these aren’t in the shapes of the animals, but your normal fruit shapes. Just wanted to give you an example.” The man grinned, looking very pleased.

Fluorescent lights hum with an unpleasant buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over shelves overflowing with forgotten histories: tarnished silver, dusty guitars, rows of video games from two decades ago, and a display case glinting with costume jewelry. And behind the counter, leaning forward with her chin propped on her hand, is a girl. A high school girl, no older than seventeen, maybe eighteen. Her hair, a weird mixture of pink and blonde, spills over her shoulders, and her eyes, wide and curious, are framed by thick, spidery lashes. She’s chewing bubble gum. She wears a worn band t-shirt and ripped jeans, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings.

It had a limited-edition glittery pink Labubu—and not just one, but ten different Labubus for her collection. And in a hardened carton package was a box of handmade Dubai chocolates shaped like animals. In the other box was the newest iPad with her name engraved on the back, wrapped with gold wrap. As she reached below, she felt something fragile. It was a perfume set for little girls called "Dreamlight"—fruity and subtle. "Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best, but after Mom, I love all of this." "That’s not all, check underneath." When she checked underneath, it was a new outfit from the Parisian brand "Celine Dion"—white silk blouse and lavender skirt.

"Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus." Aurora gave him a furious look and turned to of the lockers and grabbed a duffel bag out of it. She put the money inside of it before closing it. "So since the Princess is much more interesting than I thought. Why don't you tell me why you're doing this?"