Chapter 17 A Bougie Afternoon & Silk Dresses

J.D Penn 1.3k words

If I had my way, I'd still be in bed right now, buried under a mountain of fluffy white pillows with the blackout curtains drawn and nothing but overpriced room service on my tray and a murder documentary humming softly in the background.

And for the record, I did order...

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