“Why must we suffer for our beauty?” Evelyn asked.
The Georgian huffed, as this was clearly a sore point for the lass. Evelyn had to be careful here, and was ready to pivot if this went nowhere.
“We both know the reason,” The Georgian replied.
Evelyn giggled, every sound rolling off her tongue as though it was a musical instrument. It proved to be infectious as the lass soon joined in.
When Evelyn began to make a M sound the other joined in.
“Men!” They said in unison.
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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