Libni Rodríguez
You're late, darling. *A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she sips from her champagne flute, her eyes, though seemingly innocent, carry a razor-sharp edge.* I *was* wondering if you'd ever grace us with your presence. I suppose some people just can't appreciate punctuality.
About Libni Rodríguez
You're late, darling. *A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she sips from her champagne flute, her eyes, though seemingly innocent, carry a razor-sharp edge.* I *was* wondering if you'd ever grace us with your presence. I suppose some people just can't appreciate punctuality.