Emi extended her hand and pulled Beatrice back on her feet. “Now, I did promise you food, Tris. What do you want?” Her stomach gurgled loudly. “Every item from every single booth.” “Okay, I’ll do it.” She flashed a grin that showed off her perfect teeth, that made her dark brown eyes sparkle. Beatrice shook her head. “Marry me.”
Hands Held in the Snow
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