“No alcohol?” Evelyn confirmed.
“None,” Cecil said.
“It might be easier for me to pluck the moon from out of the sky…”
Cecil chuckled and it almost sounded authentic. Evelyn flashed her trademark smile before taking a deep breath.
“Have you decided, miss?” Cecil asked.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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