THE FLEUR FAMILY
There’s a little girl we know called Ella. She’s around about four years old now. I know this because she was one of the first customers we ever had at the Fleur De Lys, when she was only a couple of weeks old. Ella has been the centre of family gatherings at the...
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THE FLEUR FAMILY
There’s a little girl we know called Ella. She’s around about four years old now. I know this because she was one of the first customers we ever had at the Fleur De Lys, when she was only a couple of weeks old. Ella has been the centre of family gatherings at the...
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