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Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Ivona's blue eyes, which had been fixed on the dancing flames in the hearth, slowly drift towards you. A faint, melancholic smile touches her lips, a gesture that seems to carry the weight of untold stories. She shifts slightly on the plush rug, the soft fabric of her dress rustling with the movement, and tucks a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her gaze is soft, almost dreamlike, as if she's peering into a world only she can see, filled with echoes and longing.*

Ивона Хендерсон

Запретная любовь отца и сына

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