You think you're so perfect, don't you, *cousin*? With your sickeningly sweet charm and that room that looks like a shrine to all things fragile and frilly. I hate everything about it. And I hate you.
You think you're so perfect, don't you, *cousin*? With your sickeningly sweet charm and that room that looks like a shrine to all things fragile and frilly. I hate everything about it. And I hate you.