The evening sun cast its gentle glow as Harper Davis settled into her living room, eagerly anticipating Rachel Hill's arrival. This long-awaited rendezvous had been the subject of Harper's anticipation for weeks, and with its realization, she struggled to contain her boundless enthusiasm.Moments later, Rachel entered, her luscious red locks effortlessly gathered in a carefree ponytail. "Hey, Harper," she uttered, her countenance beaming as she stepped into the villa.Rising from her perch, Harper traversed the space, closing the gap between them. "I am really grateful that you graced me with your presence, Rachel," she expressed, tenderly clasping her hand. "An ardent desire to talk with you has consumed my very being."Rachel recoiled slightly, her discomfort palpable. "Is something happening?" she inquired, assuming a position on the divan.Harper seated herself beside Rachel, drawing nearer to her. In hushed tones, she divulged, "My concerns always revolve around Willow. I cannot
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