Third Person POV
Rose felt completely out of place sitting in that fancy restaurant. The chandeliers glimmered above her like cold stars, the cutlery shone too brightly, and the polished floor reflected a version of herself she didnโt quite recognize. Something about the air felt wrong, though she couldnโt explain why. Her skin prickled with unease.
Hell - Low I would like to start in this manner as today my demons are quiet. By the way, Luna is not my real name. And your girl is little uncomfy in sharing her real name. So let's go by Luna. I am a writer on Wattpad. I deeply enjoy the fiction world and would like your support to continue my endeavour. This is the right place to drown yourself in the world of cliche and not so cliche. Some pawdorable side kicks and drool worthy leads. Hope to see you stick through my journey. Irrespective of your support, I hope you have a great day and a bright future. Warm regards Luna aka have faith on the journey;)
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