Chapter 47 Red Feathers, Hidden Lenses

The next day- 11:55 AM

Maritza sat, heart pounding, expecting Esmeralda.

"Unless the champagne is forty-four degrees, it's simply dishwater with bad bubbles!" Rosario said, smiling playfully.

Esmeralda entered with a furious energy, like a fuchsia storm, as her giant hat's feathers moved li...

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