Chapter 5

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Another outtake of Gale and his Sweetheart I hope you enjoy this and tell me what you think!

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Gale's POV-

A few days ago I ordered a dress from the Taylor's for Posy I thought I would go check on it. Although I refuse to acknowledge it, I might also be slightly curious about the girl who is making my Sister's dress. As I walk out the door my mother Hazel calls me "Where are you going, honey?"

I shift awkwardly not looking my Mother in the eye when I say "I'm going to check the progress on Posy's dress." When I look up my Mother looks skeptical then says slowly "Okay I would like to come with you to see it."

My head shoots up "No!" then I take a deep breath "I mean I can do it myself it's fine you look like you're real busy Mama." She just nods and lets me go.

I go to town and walk to Taylor's shop and luckily the girl is there again, and she looks up and smiles that sweet smile of hers. "Hi mister I was just working on your little sister's dress, it's going great I can show you how it's looking."

I attempt a smile at her but it probably looks odd but she doesn't seem perturbed in the least. "I would like to see it thank you."

She glides over to me giddily and shows me the dress. I don't know much about dresses but it looks really girly and pink and made well which Posy just adores and I think she'll love it even if for the only reason it's pink her favorite color. "It looks great thanks."

"You're welcome... Excuse me I'm not sure of your name." I give her a genuine smile and give her my hand

"Gale Hawthorne and you are?"

She giggles and puts her hand out and says "Abigail. Abigail Charlotte Hoffman." I can't help but like her as she shakes my hand enthusiastically. I leave and wave goodbye.


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