JACKSON
And then my eyes went to her. She stood there, like a fairy clad in a white shimmery dress. Her unique dress reached her calves and she wore those sandals, that were somewhat similar to that of Cinderella.
But before I could admire her, my eyes landed on the little princess, who looked none less than a barbie itself. Pearl. With her tiny fingers interdigitated with her mother's, she walked with her small steps toward the stairs that led to the hall, where I stood. Pearl too, wore a shimmering white frock, just like her mother. She displayed the diamond-like shiny pearls of her teeth, as she smiled at the people who were in the hall downstairs. As if she was a star, and was greeting her fans with her holy presence. And even right now, she looked somewhat similar to my Misty.
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