She was my weakness. My admiration. The reason I woke up; excited to her beautifully structured freckled face. The way she acted towards me. The reaction her body gave me when I had barely touched her. She was my pride and joy. My baby girl. I was so in love with Isabella Rose Snowdon and there was no way of falling out of it.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Broken Pieces | l.h
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