Chapter 51
Hearing the name, gloriously permed heads of every color popped out of their apartments at the same time. Leaving their attendants bewildered, they rushed out, dressed only in flowing night clothes and robes.
“I thought he was on a mission.”
“Look,” one of the women said, “something is different. He…is that a mustache?”
“I love it!” came another voice. “It gives him a look of delicious maturity, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, but there’s…” Suddenly a collective gasp was heard.
“It’s a scar,” they exclaimed in unity. “There! Around his eye!”
One of the women smiled. “Yessss,” she hissed. “It adds boldness to his features, don’t you think? Turns that pretty boy look of his into one of sexy, bad-boy rebellion.” She cocked her head as she looked at him. “Does he seem bigger, or is that just my imagination?”
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