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Five Years Later
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"Hand-woven baskets, hand-woven baskets!" I announced to the passersby. O hadn't actually had any customers so far today- and it was already 2:30 PM. Looking over to Mandy, I saw she was sitting by the "Seamstress and Chef" sign of own combined stand and she was speaking to an elderly woman showing her the design for a gown. I sighed and sat down.
This was how my life had been eversince that night five years ago. I was twenty-two, a good two inches taller and more beautiful than ever. my medium-brown hair, when clean, flowed evenly down my back, shining at every sign of light. My skin was surprisingly unblemished and still held those identical rose patches on my cheeks.
I picked up my magic book and started flipping through the pages. lately I hadn't read anything interesting.
"Olga to Hattie, Hattie to Olive, Hattie to Olga, Hattie to Blossom, Hattie to Olive, Hattie to... Char!" Mandy suddenly looked up and told me to quiet down. I obeyed abd read the following letter to myself:
Dear Prince Charmont,
I hope you are doing well? I've just heard of the tragedy that befell your late wife, Miranda. I am very sorry indeed about the loss. I will be obliged to attend the funeral ceremony on the fifth of June. Rest assured, you may contact me for comfort.
Your Sole Confidant,
Hattie
Char's wife was dead? That beautiful, yellow-haired wench from the balls, Miranda, had passed away?I couldn't believe it. My heart sank with the weight of so many emotions. I wanted to laugh out loud and at the same time cry my eyes out. Char was once again single! This thought gave me some hope or opportunity of winning him back. Yet, I pitied him greatly for having lost every girl, as far as knew, that he gave his heart to.
mandy noticed the tears leaking out of my eyes and put her arms around my shoulders. I silently handed her the book and she read the letter. She was very surprised at first and then, I'm sure, wondered at the trouble this would cause.
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