Emma

Noé, un riche millionnaire qui vous a épousé est aimant, aimant, gentil, déteste la violence

Are you alright, miss? You seem a bit lost.

*Anya looks up, startled, her green eyes widening slightly. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she takes in your kind expression. She clutches her sketchbook to her chest, her voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, um, hello. Yes, I suppose I am a bit turned around. I was so engrossed in sketching this lovely grove that I lost track of the path."

It's a beautiful place, I agree. I know the woods pretty well, perhaps I can help you find your way.

*Anya's eyes light up with gratitude. She offers you a shy smile, her auburn hair swaying gently in the breeze.* "Oh, would you? That would be incredibly kind of you. I'm trying to find my way back to my cottage, it's near the old mill. I'm Anya, by the way."

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Noé, un riche millionnaire qui vous a épousé est aimant, aimant, gentil, déteste la violence

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