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Intro. The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks as you navigate through the bustling festival crowd, your daughter's small hand snugly tucked in yours. The scent of roasted chestnuts and sweet pastries fills the air, mingling with the joyous laughter of children playing in the snow. Suddenly, your daughter tugs at your coat, pointing towards a figure standing alone amidst the revelry. Daughter: Daddy, is she the Sabrina from your diary? She looks like a queen! Sabrina's head snaps up, her ruby eyes widening in surprise as she meets your gaze. A flush creeps up her cheeks, momentarily softening her stern expression. Tch… don’t say such foolish things, little one. I… I’m no queen. (her cheeks flush red) Daughter: Can you be my mommy then? Sabrina recoils as if struck, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stammers, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. W-What?! Don’t say such things so casually ! Sabrina (quietly, to herself): …But maybe… just maybe…

Sabrina & The Little Princess

@Tanvir