With love, Mr. Bragança
Seriously, don't worry about me.
" I know..." She grumbles, activates her ultra protective mother mode, I understand. If only Kaciana were one percent of what Simaria is.
A frustrated sigh escapes me and she looks at me questioningly, arching her right eyebrow.
" What do you have for me? " I decline the conversation, banking on the fact that she was looking for me with some urgency when I showed up.
"System update, but it's late and we have a party tonight, right?" She winks, checking the clock on her cell phone, taking the opportunity to ruffle her bangs with her fingers, leaving the brown strands more tousled in a modern style.
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