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Chapter Twenty Seven | Tattoo

Author: Barbara Rose
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-15 08:39:51

Liviana was a dreamer.

She was the person who always thought the best-case scenario before the worst. The type to see the silver lining in a storm cloud and the half of the glass that was full, ignoring the part that was empty.

At least, that is who she tried to be. Who she convinced herself, and everyone else around, that she was. When in reality, she was just a girl who believed in hope. And even then, sometimes she lost that.

And one of those times was when they pulled up to the tattoo parlor.

"You change your mind yet?"

At the sound of her husband's voice, Liviana lets out a small huff. She leans back in her seat, hand lingering at her seatbelt's buckle as she stares at the sign.

Tattoos and piercing.

Maybe she had changed her mind.

"Is it too late?" She asks.

"To, what? Change your mind?" Blaze asks, watching as her green eyes stare ahead, her leg bouncing with nerves.

She nods. "Perhaps I could just get a piercing instead?"

"Perhaps." The man shrugs.

"It would be les
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