Chapter 99 BREWING

WILLA’S POV

Elodie didn’t walk.

She glided, waltzing into the room and towards us like a graceful swan moving on water. The sight of her vividly reminded me of Miss Banfey, and I couldn’t help but think that they were likely cut from the same cloth.

“So pretty,” Gillian whispered in uncontained a...

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