The young woman did indeed look like some sort of puffy, frilly marshmallow wearing such an ensemble. It was a stark contrast from her own dark and lacy gown.
She smiled. “I am Nadja.. of.. Staten Island. Pleasure to meet you, Bebe?” She was sure she was pronouncing that wrong as well.
She smiled. “I am Nadja.. of.. Staten Island. Pleasure to meet you, Bebe?” She was sure she was pronouncing that wrong as well.
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Jesk? Not a name she'd gone by, but that doesn't stop her from turning to look at the woman calling.
Hand over her heart, shaking her head 'no' rather quickly, sending her frilly dress to swinging.
❝ No, ma'am, I'm no fairy. But thank you for the kind word~ I do love their fashion. I'm Bebe! ❞
Hand over her heart, shaking her head 'no' rather quickly, sending her frilly dress to swinging.
❝ No, ma'am, I'm no fairy. But thank you for the kind word~ I do love their fashion. I'm Bebe! ❞
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