Dasher
Wearing the pointed high heels pumps in maroon, Pidge made her entry on the assembly.
Watching her walking, all of them immediately rose at once.
Weston was staring her blankly. The way she carried herself, her way of walking... as any sophisticated lady would do.
She was beautiful in her way, that red hair tied in a sleeky bun, strands falling on either side of her ear. The way she carried her crown with the heavily weighted gown.
Pidge walked as some sort of a Goddess.
"If the was the swamp goddess, I would run after her and chase her."
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