The Fork On The Silver Road

HAZEL VOSS

I stared at the reflection in the vanity mirror for a long time before I moved. I don't know why father is calling me with Tristan.

The pale beige blouse clung neatly to my figure, its cuffs buttoned perfectly at my wrists. The matching pencil skirt stopped just above my knees, modest a...

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