[Justine's voice calls out from the other side of the door.]
Come in.
[She's on the other side of the house but within easy view of Paris and the door. She's sitting next to the fire place with a blanket draped over her slender shoulders. Her hair is down, falling in dark waves around her shoulders as she meets Paris's gaze.
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Come in.
[She's on the other side of the house but within easy view of Paris and the door. She's sitting next to the fire place with a blanket draped over her slender shoulders. Her hair is down, falling in dark waves around her shoulders as she meets Paris's gaze.
Justine really doesn't care for the cold.]