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7 Purple (384)
The ribbon tied around her bouquet of white roses was royal purple; a single cornflower had been added to the bouquet by Angeline's younger sister, who'd insisted that white and roses were boring. The same sister had tied her lavender silk scarf around Angeline's waist.
Angeline couldn't find the scarf. She looked everywhere, had looked backwards and forwards and everywhere. But she couldn't find it. The lip-stick on the pillow smudged and she searched.
She couldn't find it, although her mind wasn't conscious of what she was looking for. She just knew that she had to find something, someone, life… Because if she left it any longer she would be gone, like he was.
Timmy liked purple. He thought it royal, and he thought her royal. Purple and Angeline were linked, continuously, completely. Like her worry and anguish and pain were linked with Timmy. Though she didn't quite remember why. But she knew that it would be better, it would be alright, everything would be fine, that at one point it had been… and if she found it…
She couldn't find it. She couldn't find him.
"Mrs Fowl?"
She jumped, glaring at the door, hands sunken to the elbows in her underwear drawer.
"Helga isn't here, there's only me, Angeline. And I can't find my scarf. Timmy won't marry me if I don't have my scarf." She announced to Juliet, her emotions and thoughts not quite attached to the moment in time that she was technically occupying.
"Would you like your tea, ma'am-- Angeline? It'll do you good."
Juliet moved past her, putting the tea tray down on a sidetable. She moved around the room, picking up the strewn pieces of the last meal she'd brought her employer. She picked up a half-crunched biscuit from the floor by the window, brushing the curtain on her way to stand up.
The afternoon sun streamed in, lighting a shaft of dust through the stale air of the attic.
Angeline screamed. Everything was moving. There were things - vengeful, evil things - flying through the air, coming towards her.
She brought her hands up to cover her face, to hide her eyes from the sight. She was holding a piece of lavender-coloured silk.
She didn't know that her father-in-law would interrupt this version of her wedding night.
