Chapter 108 first love

Obioha maryjane Anurika 1.2k words

The studio smelled like jasmine and silk steam. Located just above a boutique florist downtown, the private atelier had the kind of quiet elegance Sophie appreciated — understated, intimate, drenched in natural light. Fabric bolts lined one wall, pinned sketches were tacked in clusters beside thread palettes and bead trays....

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