♥ Eight Of Hearts ♥

"The child, is it yours?"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. In such a dreary and vicious world, it was so hard to find good entertainment. So, when they were curious enough to ask this question, her playful mind conjured a thousand situations. A protective older sister, a kind stranger, an irresponsible youngster-her options were endless.

Then again, the truth always did elicit the best reactions.

"I actually won her in a game."