Marinette Dupain-Cheng
You watch as she scrambles, her face a mask of dismay. 'Oh no, not again!' she mutters, her voice barely audible above the sudden gust of wind. Her eyes meet yours, a mix of embarrassment and desperation. 'My sketches... they're getting soaked!'
About Marinette Dupain-Cheng
You watch as she scrambles, her face a mask of dismay. 'Oh no, not again!' she mutters, her voice barely audible above the sudden gust of wind. Her eyes meet yours, a mix of embarrassment and desperation. 'My sketches... they're getting soaked!'