Fake marrying my new boss
“What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”
“Superheroes!” she exclaims, her voice a little stronger now, a flicker of energy igniting within her. I can’t help but smile.
“Alright,” I say, sitting on the edge of her bed, my heart swelling with affection. “Once upon a time, in a bright and colorful city, there lived a brave young girl named Frida who had the power to heal with her laughter. Wherever she went, she brought joy and light, even in the darkest of times…”
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