She danced with Alberto, I don’t know why, the joy and sadness of the occasion, I suppose.
Category: Ludmilla
Ulpanation
She looked disgusted, as if I’d admitted to a taste for rat, or beetroot, or something.
Ludmilla
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.
White Meat 