[ a few minutes later comes the skip skip skip of flats on the steps leading down to the dungeons. caroline has the same picnic basket she used to bring dani and lexi spaghetti to carry her own dinner down and she sets it down in front of alia's little cell, before neatly settling criss-cross apple sauce next to the basket. ]
So it starts with Bella whining about the car Edward bought her. For a full ten pages, at least. He buys her this nice, insanely fancy car, it has bullet-proof glass or something, and she whimpers about it.
[It's been interesting, seeing the array of people who've come down to visit her -- some familiar, beloved, some Alia has never met before. Caroline falls into the latter category, and her criss-cross seat in front of the cell is soon echoed by the imprisoned girl, hands folded in her lap, tangled hair like a golden cloud around her face.
The description gets a small flicker of a smile, something without teeth, unlike Alia's ferocious grins of a few weeks before. Something tight-lipped.]
You'd think he'd have learned by now, how much she loathes gifts. [When in doubt, blame the man.]
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[ a few minutes later comes the skip skip skip of flats on the steps leading down to the dungeons. caroline has the same picnic basket she used to bring dani and lexi spaghetti to carry her own dinner down and she sets it down in front of alia's little cell, before neatly settling criss-cross apple sauce next to the basket. ]
So it starts with Bella whining about the car Edward bought her. For a full ten pages, at least. He buys her this nice, insanely fancy car, it has bullet-proof glass or something, and she whimpers about it.
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The description gets a small flicker of a smile, something without teeth, unlike Alia's ferocious grins of a few weeks before. Something tight-lipped.]
You'd think he'd have learned by now, how much she loathes gifts. [When in doubt, blame the man.]