Oliver Twist, since leaving Fagan's, had lived a happy life… a life that had almost completely erased the previous ones, though his mind did sometimes wonder to his old friends.
He'd grown and matured a lot over the last ten years, turning into a very handsome young man who had excelled in his learning. Everything had been going fine for Oliver, and he was content.
And then he met her.
She was the daughter of one of Mr Brownlow's friends, and Oliver had been expected to be there when they had tea at their house. He'd been having a normal day- and then it turned into a day he'd never forget.
"This is my daughter, Evelyn." Mr Thomson had beamed, and a girl had stepped out from behind him, smiling slightly shyly.
Oliver was memorized. She had reddish brown hair that was placed carefully beneath her bonnet, and a pale cream dress that hugged her features. Her features were soft and kind- and beautiful. She had blue eyes that sparkled, and freckles spotted over her nose.
Oliver found his voice. "Pleasure to meet you, miss." He bowed slightly, and kissed her hand.
She blushed, and looked down modestly. "The same, Mr Twist."
"I would prefer you called me Oliver."
She smiled. "Then you may call me Evie."
And they smiled at a new chapter.
Not too pleased with my first Oliver Twist story, but I thought I'd post it anyway. My first try, so bear with me! Review?