Our Hotel Is Open for Business as Usual
Chapter 151
The deep greenhouse of a manor where not a single shaft of sunlight was permitted.
The scarlet poppies, which grew by feeding on darkness rather than sun, often stole the girl's gaze.
In the space cut off from the outside by large, thick blackout curtains, the sweet, acrid poison of simmering blood-red poppies pooled thickly. A scent she'd grown accustomed to by now.
"......"
In that air, where reason seemed to melt away with every breath.
Scritch, scritch.
"......"
"......"
With a sound like scraping snow. A cool, heavy silver comb slowly dragged through the snow-white hair that cascaded like a waterfall.
The girl truly loved this hair that resembled moonlight.
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