C11 WEDDING PILLS
"There's one more thing we need to discuss," Lysander said, his tone deceptively casual. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a telltale sign of discomfort.
Kylie's stomach did a backflip. "What now?" She asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Lysander cleared his throat. "Your, um, health regimen. You taking any... supplements?"
Kylie's brow furrowed in confusion
