Il figliastro non lascerà che la matrigna si senta sola nel giorno del suo compleanno - Sheena Ryder

StepSon Won’t Let StepMom Feel Lonely On Her Birthday- Sheena Ryder As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, sending a rush of excitement through her. Cassandra sauntered up to a lanky boy named Ethan Price, who had shoulder-length hair, a Tolkien T-shirt, and a voice that cracked every fifth word. Like. Let me resurrect it,” she said, pulling him along like a fairytale princess with a pet NPC. Ava explained, “My husband was showing one of the houses he’s selling earlier today, and he just realized he might’ve left the back door unlocked after the tour. Max was quick to follow without a word, like he understood the unspoken contract. Her dark chocolate hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face, drawing attention to her piercing emerald eyes and high cheekbones. He helped her to her feet, his arm around her waist as they hobbled to the car. She knew people were talking about her fall from grace—how the queen bee of the school had to throw a party for the school’s lowest social rungs. “Well, it’s more than just a hobby. Nothing too serious.” She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the shock of the fall. She wore a deep burgundy leather jacket over a skintight black dress and ankle boots that clicked with every step. Her makeup was flawless, her presence magnetic. Her long legs looked endless, thanks to the mile-high stilettos she’d begrudgingly picked out. She had a short platinum bob and wore a leather mini skirt with combat boots, black eyeliner winged to perfection.