“You haven’t done any work lately, Uncle.”
Bellatrix eyed Leandro suspiciously, her voice taking on the nagging tone of a weary wife.
“You should worry less about me and more about not spilling your snacks,” Leandro countered, gesturing at her outfit. He gave her apron a mocking glance. “Just how messy an eater are you?”
Today, the young lady of Bellatore was clad in a thick white dress, black stockings, and an apron intricately trimmed with
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