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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Petal Bakery - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b][/center]
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Willow’s face flushes as it warms with embarrassment while Rowan helps her up. [color=7EA6D7]“S-sorry,”[/color] She mumbles before her chin is lifted. Her wide eyes find his, noting the concern not only in his tone but his expression. The smack of the floor on her cheek doesn’t sting too much, but it feels familiar to some of the slaps she’d received at the hands of the Beowulf clan. Still, her cheek does redden from the impact. 

[color=7EA6D7]“I’m sorry,”[/color] Willow says softly again as moisture starts to collect in the corners of her eyes. [color=7EA6D7]“I just got scared. I’m okay, I promise.”[/color] She can’t tell if she’s trying to convince Rowan or herself more.