Candy felt her face getting hot, thinking about it
. "Ah, like the way you look at
Gloria?"
Evan hated how his sister always saw through him, yet he loved her for it, too.
. Lara lay in her bed staring at the deep red velvet canopy that hung above the dark oak four poster bed she was attempting to sleep in. High up on the Yorkshire Moors, it must have been hundreds of years old she guessed, with its low, beamed ceilings and dark rooms not helped by the small leaded windows, that were now shaking so violently she was worried they would fall from their centuries old frames
Candy felt her face getting hot, thinking about it
. "Ah, like the way you look at
Gloria?"
Evan hated how his sister always saw through him, yet he loved her for it, too.
. Lara lay in her bed staring at the deep red velvet canopy that hung above the dark oak four poster bed she was attempting to sleep in. High up on the Yorkshire Moors, it must have been hundreds of years old she guessed, with its low, beamed ceilings and dark rooms not helped by the small leaded windows, that were now shaking so violently she was worried they would fall from their centuries old frames
Candy felt her face getting hot, thinking about it
. "Ah, like the way you look at
Gloria?"
Evan hated how his sister always saw through him, yet he loved her for it, too.
. Lara lay in her bed staring at the deep red velvet canopy that hung above the dark oak four poster bed she was attempting to sleep in. High up on the Yorkshire Moors, it must have been hundreds of years old she guessed, with its low, beamed ceilings and dark rooms not helped by the small leaded windows, that were now shaking so violently she was worried they would fall from their centuries old frames
