You step out of the limousine, shoes clacking on the cobblestone pathway below them. You slowly look up to see a huge, stone castle towering above the few trees and gardens in the courtyard. “Damn…” You marvel under your breath. A well-dressed, middle-aged man who you swear wasn’t there just a moment ago, scorns you, “Miss Y/L/N, we do not use that kind of language here.” Why does he have a British accent? We’re in California?
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30/11/2024