The curly blond hair is what I noticed first. No, wait. It was the eyes. Those deeply blue and unsettling eyes that feel like an ice-cold lake. It must have definitely been those eyes. Or was it her voluptuous rosy lips?
Why am I unable to process a proper thought since she walked in?
My name is Emilia, Emmy for short. And this is where my story begins.
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