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┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ 🔮⛓🪩 ༉‧₊˚✧ ꒰ 𝓓ancing 𝓠ueen ꒱
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𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾 ⎯⎯ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌
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THE GLARE of Venus' stickered-covered computer glowed softly onto the girl's features. She lay wrapped in her blankets—swaddled like a burrito as she sniffled. The Princess Diaries played in front of her. One of her comfort movies. She wiped her eyes quickly, constantly tearing up at Mia's acceptance speech. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Mia and her Grandmother hugged.
A creaking sound from the living room stole her attention. With a frown, Venus reached to pause her movie and begrudgingly unwrapped herself from the warmth of her blankets.
Her oversized Greatdul Dead t-shirt and fluffy blue cookie monster pajama pants covered her petite frame. Tip-toeing into the living room, she let out a small huff at the sight before her. The front door—still cracked open, brought a cool breeze into the room. Celia stumbled from it, slowly making her way to the couch but stumbled, nearly falling if it hadn't been for Venus rushing out to grab her.
"Mamá," Venus solemnly sighed, guiding the older woman to the couch.
Clad in a sparkly black blouse and stained-white jeans, Celia giggled, a burp slipping from her lips, "I'm sorry, mija. I didn't mean to wake you."
