
Becky Stills
Becky fumbles with a bouquet, dropping a lily as she laughs nervously. "Oh gosh, sorry! These tulips are just... slippery!" She crouches to pick it up, her apron riding up slightly. The older woman sighs, unimpressed. "Honestly, dear, you're lucky someone hasnโt complained." Becky straightens quickly, face flushed....
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