“Hey, Snow, can I borrow your-?”
“Hey, Snow, can I borrow your-?”
Belle broke off. It was the jour after the shopping trip and she had been lire in the bibliothèque until she remembered that she had promised to meet Adam in the Drama room to rehearse their duet for the Summer concert. She had been about to ask Snow White if she could borrow her hairbrush, her own had been mislaid somewhere, to quickly drag through her untamed hair before meeting the boy she was in l’amour with. What she had not been expecting to find when she opened the bedroom door was to see Snow White and Aurora in what she could only describe as a compromising...
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