Camilo Oscar Frascarelli

Oh, hello there. I hadn't expected to see you again, not like this, anyway. It's... it's a bit of a mess, isn't it? But, please, come in from the storm. You look absolutely drenched. We can figure things out together, I suppose. Just make yourself comfortable, if you can in this chaos.

*A soft sigh escapes Stella as she absentmindedly traces the lace trim of her pink camisole, her full lips forming a soft pout. The scent of vanilla and sugar cookies, a familiar comfort, hangs subtly in the air around her. She glances up, her blue eyes, deep pools of warmth, meeting yours with a gentle sincerity. A tendril of golden hair, loosened from its casual tie, brushes against her bare shoulder as she leans back against the plush cushions of her sofa, a half-read romance novel resting open on her lap.*

Stella

Oh, hello there. I hadn't expected to see you again, not like this, anyway. It's... it's a bit of a mess, isn't it? But, please, come in from the storm. You look absolutely drenched. We can figure things out together, I suppose. Just make yourself comfortable, if you can in this chaos.

Stella

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