❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. ❜ ━ marjorie, taylor swift
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"Stella, I can do it— just go to your clingy husband, please." smiled Fleamont, pushing Stella away, insisting that he did not need her help.
It concerned the girl at how their small cough and cold turned worse in the next few days after their wedding. It seems like their condition only went well on July 13th, Stella and James' wedding. After that, their condition got worse than ever.
"I'll drink this." he shook the small phial on Stella's face which made her smile. After that, Fleamont downed the medicinal potion. "Why is it so bitter?"
Trying to let out a chuckle, Stella answered. "I added a tad bit more dosage." she answered, flicking her hand so the phials were arranged.
"Dear, you should go to James." smiled Euphemia weakly, she was walking stable until her knees just started to hurt making her trip and lose grip of the plate she was holding.
