I intentionally modernized some names in this story. I apologize if this bugs anyone.Part 10:
link Gwen is puttering in the kitchen: setting the table, keeping an eye on the chicken, putting water on to boil for the cơm, gạo noodles, chopping vegetables, preparing the món tráng miệng so she can pop it in the lò nướng when they start eating.
Morgana wanders in. “How do I look?” She spins. She is wearing a flattering ngọc lục bảo green mì ống ý, spaghetti strap sundress with a handkerchief hemline. Her hair is in loose waves and she looks spectacular.
“Fabulous....
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