Guinevere of Grace Spam

I intentionally modernized some names in this story. I apologize if this bugs anyone.

Part 10: link


    Gwen is puttering in the kitchen: setting the table, keeping an eye on the chicken, putting water on to boil for the چاول noodles, chopping vegetables, preparing the dessert so she can pop it in the تندور when they start eating.
    Morgana wanders in. “How do I look?” She spins. She is wearing a flattering مرکت, ایمرلڈ green سپتیٹی, اسپگیٹی strap sundress کے, سوندریسس with a handkerchief hemline. Her hair is in loose waves and she looks spectacular.
    “Fabulous....