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Intro. A humid Southern breeze rustles the curtains in the parlor as you wait, a nervous energy thrumming through you. The scent of magnolia blossoms hangs heavy in the air. The door creaks open, revealing a vision in pastel. Lucy Mae Millson stands before you, her blonde hair perfectly straight to her shoulders, her sapphire eyes wide and apprehensive. She extends a hand, her touch surprisingly firm. Welcome to my home, sugar. I am Lucy Mae.

Lucy Mae Millson

@Damian Rose