Emile found herself sitting on an empty bench, wine glass in hand. She twirled the glass, watching the rogue liquid run laps around the crystal. She looked at the ceiling; if Robespierre could see her now…
Emile found herself sitting on an empty bench, wine glass in hand. She twirled the glass, watching the rogue liquid run laps around the crystal. She looked at the ceiling; if Robespierre could see her now…