It's time to crown my golden ticket top gifters for the month of August. Sorry I didn't do this sooner.
DaoistnrKflM!đđ The crown is yours as my number one gifter.
Wow!
Thanks for your love and support babe.
I love you!
This chapter is all yours! đ«¶
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A thunderous fart rattled through the dining room, echoing against the walls like a drum.
Maybelline froze mid-bite as every head turned toward her.
"What⊠what was that sound?" she asked innocently, blinking around the table as if she hadn't been the source.
No one spoke. They all shifted awkwardly, eyes falling back to their plates. After all, everyone farts, it was just the wrong place and the wrong time.
May's cheeks burned hot. She shoved her spoon back into her soup, praying they'd all forget. She had expected the madman at the table to collapse from the poison, not her own body to betray her.
David leaned closer and whispered, "Are you alright?"
