Yes, this is a new story. I know I know, another one? Well suck it up! Hahah…jk jk. This story idea hit me a while ago, and I've been trying to ignore it in favour for English to English. But I just couldn't help it anymore! So this is just a teaser—more chapters to come eventually but not until another chapter of English to English is posted if you follow that story.
Anyway, enjoy this little teaser!
Prologue: Two.
"Sewena! Sewena come back hewe!" A little boy, of around four, with dark hair ran after a baby Serena who had only recently learnt to waddle on: barely three years of age herself. The little cherub of a blonde turned around to yell at the boy who had taken one of her pet rocks and promptly fell on her diaper cushioned bum. Her eyes began to well as the force of falling on her bottom sunk in. The tall tale signs of sobbing caught in her throat were evident as the boy reached her. Quickly he fell to his knees in front of the crying babe.
"Sewena I'm sowwy! I didn't mean to make you cwy." She looked up at him, her blue orbs pooled with tears.
He looked caringly at the girl, awaiting her response. He was not disappointed when after a couple more minutes of sniffles she threw her tiny body into his for a hug. Grinning, the boy embraced her in return.
From within a large white house two mothers stood watching the children play.
"They sure are cute together. It is a shame we have to break the two of them apart Sarah."
The mother of the boy nodded in response. "I know. I hate to do this as well. But no worries, Derek's work won't keep us away for too long. Those two will be back together again in no time."
Irene smiled at her childhood friend and nodded. Taking a sip from her tea she watched down as another raven haired child ran towards the woman named Sarah.
"Mother, Father says to tell you that we're done packing the books!" Sarah smiled down at her six year old.
"Thank you my sweet, please go tell him I will be there to help him with the dishes in a moment." The dark-haired child nodded and ran off towards the library.
Irene smiled once again. It was a wonderfully quaint life the two families had set up: an utter shame that the end would be coming within the next two weeks as Sarah and her family moved to Europe on business. Sadly, Irene wrapped an arm around her childhood friend.
"You will call and write me often right?"
Sarah smiled. "You can count on it." The two took a few last moments to hug and watch their children playing in the yard.
Two beautiful, healthy children destined to be wed.
Destined to be wed, such was the fate Serena Tucker grew up knowing. From the moment she was old enough to learn the meaning of the word betrothed, she was told that one day, her mother's very best friend in the world would return from a distant land with the man she was destined to marry.
Serena would spend the better part of her childhood knowing little information about her betrothed. Yet still dreaming of the day he would return to sweep her off her feet. After all, they were destined to be together were they not?
So devoted to the idea of her betrothed was she that after twenty-two long years from the day of her betrothed's departure, she had yet to date a man: yet to succumb to the advances of the many males who so eagerly desired to be with her.
Soon, however, she would not only meet her betrothed, but the man of her dreams.
Well then! Hope you liked it.
Cheers!