ㅤ ․⠀๋ 𝕬 shroud of brown gazette that bears a name, because it is 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 in black ink, the 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 is very clear, 𝐗avana 𝐇arvlèy. When her name was rang the big brown clock hastily 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, the candle that had been 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 abruptly went out. The door open up and there was a 90s-style girl in a long brown dress, when she beamed she could 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 those 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 her. No one can bypass her smile, therefore she is a 𝗺𝘆𝘁𝗵. 𝐗avana ᯽