C25 Twenty-five

Medora

“Hiiii,” I heard the familiar voice before I even saw her. My gaze lingered on the person at the open doorway and there she was—Millie Law, standing in her ever-shining glory. Her round face, shoulder-length blonde hair, sparkling green eyes framed by long black lashes, and thin pink lips curved in a smile. That beauty mark above her lips was unmistakable. Arms wide open