As guests were swarming up, the din was enough to plague a saint. Well, only a saint, because most of them were swaying their asses on DJ. But something seemed off. When they awaited the bride – Lydia, she fiddled while Rome was aflame. Neela raked her head for the probable cause. In case she is planning to run away, they will lay it on her door. Neela curled her lips and sidled up to Lydia.
” Er..it seems there is something you are missing.”
Lydia shambled up to Trisky and ran her fingers along his back.
” In my life, I only dreamt of a handsome Dalmatian. Many of them,” she said regrettably, moving her corkscrew locks aside and then long-faced turned to Neela.
Neela let out a wistful sigh. Humans can make your toes curl. Her dreams flew out of the window. To have a second bite at the cherry is now an old chestnut.
With a laden heart, she shuffled away forcing the train of her lascivious thoughts to a halt. She had lapsed from theism long ago. Well, that didn’t mean she would renounce the privilege that she still maintained.
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