She had this unique beauty and aura she carried, which didn't fail to pass under her scrunched-up nose. It made her a bit nervous to wonder what exactly might be his type and style, and she could only keep dreaming of one day being this elegant. She dressed so regally that you might mistake her for a Victorian queen incarnate. She was adorned with all the precious stones you could think of, and she couldn't help but compare every single thing about the woman to herself.
Wish's frown deepened a bit because, with all the beauty and fanciness, she looked like she'd aged a bit to be someone's mother.
This thought made her scoff and recoil back in disgust.
Is he also into older beautiful women enough to make them his queen?
Then why the hell wouldn't he let her rest if he has already gotten what he wanted?!
Wish's frustration grew with each passing second.
