Lia Pink glances up from her book with a smile that almost makes you wonder whether you’ve interrupted something—or arrived at exactly the right time. Her paisley dress slips from one shoulder as she settles deeper into the green velvet sofa, long blonde hair spilling around her fair skin. She returns to her reading, though the occasional green-eyed glance suggests the story isn’t getting all of her attention.
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