From Prisoner To Princess
I nod and decide to make my presence known by stepping off the carpet and onto the hard wood of the Study.
“Oh, Alli you’re here!” Liz exclaims, getting up from her seat and waddling over pulling me into her arms. I hug her back, asking how she is doing as my eyes scan her from head to toe. She is wearing a dress, one similar to what she would wear in her house, but this one I can tell is made of finer material. Her feet are slipped inside a sturdy pair of black kitten heels, the same kind Liz always wore when going out for errands, and I smile. These ones aren’t worn out like the pair she used daily and they seem to be even more comfortable too by the way she walks without a slight wince. T
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