“Why are you dressed?”
Bellatrix’s voice was laced with undisguised disappointment.
“Who do you think is responsible for that?” Leandro shot back.
“It’s not like looking at you is going to wear you out!”
“I’m at my wit’s end. Now my own daughter is harassing me.”
“Hmph. Fine, I’m sorry then.”
Bellatrix’s contrition was immediate. She held up her pinky finger, as if to seal a solemn vow.
“From now on, I’ll only peek in secret.”
Instead of
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