“Mr. Pettigrew,” Desdemona began stiffly, shooting her husband a warning glance, “this young lady says she is looking for her finger.”
Words she never thought would leave her lips. At least with Arthur present, she could focus on him and not the strange woman in their entryway.
Words she never thought would leave her lips. At least with Arthur present, she could focus on him and not the strange woman in their entryway.
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