“I take it you recognize the images, Megan?” Jerry said with a raised brow.
“Of course!” Megan nodded eagerly with stars in her eyes, “That’s the Bostov’s Beauty Pageant, only held every two years where we live. If you win the pageant, you’re crowned as the The Lady until the next pageant.”
“You sure seem to know a lot, sis,” Tony remarked. Then
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