You have a deal.
In the best outfit.
Not even just one?
Of course, Effy.
So willing. A fashion show? Not really my interest but as long as it’s behind closed doors.
You have my full permission, so long as I see the results of your reconstruction afterwards.
I’m probably going to raid your closet. Turn all your shirts into dresses.
Even play, isn’t it.
I’ll take your word for it, then.
You’re the first.
Correct me if I’m wrong.
How are you so certain?
I’m sure you say that to all the girls that say you smell good.
You’re a beautiful girl.
Not in the slightest. It’s a beautiful scent.
Is an apology from me in order?
I guess that’s what I’ve been smelling this whole evening.
Does it still smell like me?
That shirt you gave me is quickly becoming one of mine.
Thanks, actually, it’s growing to be one of my favorite shirts.
I rather like that yellow color on you.
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