࿐ྂ ༘֨𖦹 IN WHICH the world
gets in the way of
soulmates
𝖠𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐!𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖮𝖢
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿: I do not own any of the Sony & Disney (Marvel) characters that are in this book! I do however own...
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THE FORGE — nwh-post ( ASHLEE'S VERSION )
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WITHOUT TELLING TONI WHERE SHE WOULD BE GOING TO A TEE — as she wasn't sure how those of queens felt about Peter Parker and him being Spider-Man — Margaret left the luxurious apartment. Of course, she didn't do it as a normal person because why would she do so if she can teleport? It only made since for her to.
Her body jolted with nerves as she stood outside his apartment building. While not as nice as her own and most definitely not Toni's, the apartment gave off a feeling of home with the first step in the front doors.
A woman, maybe thirty or forty, sat at the front. Her smile was warm as she talked to a supposed tenant. Their conversation was mumbled, and a small gasp was heard as the tenant showed their hand to the woman. "She truly is spoiling you, Ms. Hugo!"
"Cecila is truly a blessing, Mrs. Warner." The woman grinned. "I cannot believe she proposed, though! And with a diamond so big- I must be dreaming. I told her multiple times I would accept a hair tie!" She wooed.
The woman laughed joyfully. When her words broke, Margaret found it to be the perfect opportunity to intervine. Luckily for the woman, the elder had taken notice to her quickly. "Oh hello dear! How may I help you."
Margaret gave her a smile with just as much ferocity the woman had given her. "Hello mam! I was wondering if you could tell me where Peter Parker lives? I work with him and needed to drop off some things he left." The brunette held up a bag — of course, it wasn't filled with anything important other than a few random things she had borrowed from a trash can outside the apartment complex.
