Chapter 150 ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY

༺ VAELIA ༻

Zia had her face pressed against the window as we pulled away, her little hands leaving smudges on the glass. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I could imagine it, though.

*But I want to come! I want to see the honeymoon! Is there cake? Is there a bou...

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