You giggled as you walked over to Honey’s house. Today was his birthday, and you wanted to give him a couple of things to show him you liked him. ((You got conselhos on what to give him from your older sister, who was “the expert” on everything, especially romance.)) Walking up to the front door, your Ballet apartamentos crunching in the February snow, you knocked on it, careful not to drop the bolinho, queque you were carrying.
Waiting for someone to open the door, you looked at your appearance through the doorknob. You were wearing a baby blue dress with ballet apartamentos with a white trench casaco covering...
continue reading...
