Oh my!
This place...
If Isabella Lindsey were naturally a bit more dramatic, she might shout out like this, but she clearly isn't.
So then.
(Ella says to keep it pure ellipsis, she's a little clear water, harmonious la la la)
(Ella says to keep it pure ellipsis, she's a little clear water, harmonious la la la)
Julian Johnsons clear water, clear water, more clear water, clear water, clear water, more clear water, clear water, clear water, more clear water, clear water, ellipsis... clear water tastes better...
"You think everyone is like you! Filthy Julian the Ghost!"
Isabella Lindsey frowned tightly, not daring to open her cold eyes!
"Filthy Julian the Ghost?"
Julian Johnsons raised his mischievous eyebrows slightly, the corners of his lips curving into a charming smile, his voice as elegant as a cello, pronouncing word by word, "I, Like, This, Name."
"Shameless!" Isabella Lindsey had never seen such a thick-skinned man.
