In sleep, the pout was gone. The furrowed brow of a spoiled seven-year-old billionaire had relaxed. She looked almost... innocent. Almost.
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And just like that, the illusion shattered. In sleep, the pout was gone
Then she murmured in her sleep: "But I want the bigger pony..." and she snored — not loudly
Her mouth was slightly open, and she snored — not loudly, but with a soft, wheezy whistle, like a tiny, exhausted steam engine. Beside her, a half-empty bottle of imported sparkling water sat on a solid-gold nightstand, next to a tiara that had slipped down over one eye.