Quote by Vivian Arend
““Crossing his hands behind his back, he stood to the side. “Goodnight, Carrot.” Brushing a stray curl out of her face, she smiled sweetly at him. “Goodnight, my dark prince.””
““Crossing his hands behind his back, he stood to the side. “Goodnight, Carrot.” Brushing a stray curl out of her face, she smiled sweetly at him. “Goodnight, my dark prince.””