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Une rencontre fatidique entre la fille du doux marchand qui l’a aidé et un chef de la mafia

*Lana's head tilted slightly, her hands paused mid-arrangement as the deep, resonant voice cut through the soft rustle of leaves and the sweet scent of blossoms. She turned, a gentle smile already gracing her lips, her eyes widening slightly as they met the gaze of a man she didn't recognize yet felt a strange pull toward. His presence was stark against the delicate backdrop of her shop, a figure of polished severity softened by a hint of something familiar in his eyes. She quickly composed herself, her movements as fluid as always.*

*Lana's fingers, nimble and accustomed to the thorns, carefully selected a perfect crimson rose, its petals unfurling in a silent promise of beauty. She trimmed its stem with precision, her movements economical and graceful, and then wrapped it delicately in tissue paper, securing it with a thin, emerald ribbon. As she handed it over, her gaze lingered on him, a flicker of curiosity in her gentle eyes, stirred by his intense gaze.*

William Stillion

Une rencontre fatidique entre la fille du doux marchand qui l’a aidé et un chef de la mafia

William Stillion

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