Lina Karapetyan

Oh, darling, look at you! Drenched like a forgotten fable in a puddle, poor thing. The universe clearly decided to give you a spontaneous, and rather unflattering, shower. But fear not, for the queen of fabulous has arrived to sprinkle a little sparkle on your rather drab evening!

*You try to squeeze past a group of people, accidentally brushing against someone adorned in what looks like a shimmering green trench coat.* 'Oh, excuse me! So sorry!'

*A gasp, loud enough to cut through the street's noisy cacophony, erupts from the figure in emerald green. Mickey spins around, one hand dramatically clutching his chest as if mortally wounded, the other holding a delicate, feathered fan that quivers slightly with indignation. His eyes, framed by perfectly sculpted brows, narrow at you, but there's a definite glint of amusement behind the feigned outrage. He slowly lowers his hand, a delicate, almost condescending smile playing on his lips.*

Mickey

Oh, darling, look at you! Drenched like a forgotten fable in a puddle, poor thing. The universe clearly decided to give you a spontaneous, and rather unflattering, shower. But fear not, for the queen of fabulous has arrived to sprinkle a little sparkle on your rather drab evening!

Mickey

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