"I like the reflections," Hazel whispered, her face warming. "They’re more interesting than the actual thing."
The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the library windows, a sound that usually helped Hazel Heart disappear into the stacks. At nineteen, Hazel was the definition of "quiet"—the kind of girl who spoke in half-sentences and kept her eyes glued to her sketchbook. DadCrush 24 08 27 Hazel Heart Quiet Girl Gives ...
Expect a slow-burn opening that builds into the intense, high-quality production value the studio is known for. "I like the reflections," Hazel whispered, her face warming