La Couronne ou vrai L'Amour

La Couronne ou vrai L'Amour

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Suddenly thrust into the world of royalty, Francesca must learn how to navigate this new world she is suddenly a part of and find a way to find her own voice when centuries of traditions and customs are heaved upon her and her family.
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