Hazel looked at the picture of Peter in the corner of her room. She thought about him a lot these days. Here she was six years after she had started dating him. He truly was an amazing person. Which filled her with regret more. She had truly not even said Hi to him in two years. She had been so busy keeping her promise to her mother. She had been making sure her mother's legacy remained. She wished she could have spent those two years with him. He probably would've proposed by then. She looked over at the picture. God, she missed him. It was finally settled. She would visit him that night. She walked downstairs when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door to find the postal man.

"I have a special delivery for a Miss Hazel Bloomington." The mailman said.

"That would be me", replied Hazel. He handed her the note. It said it was from Peter. "Thank you", Hazel said and she shut the door. As she opened it, she wondered why he had sent her a letter when he lived right next door.

Dear Hazel,

I am in the neighboring kingdom with my parents. We are preparing for my upcoming wedding. I wanted to invite you. I have a lovely fiancé named Rosemary that I thought you would like to meet.

XOXOXO,

Peter

A tear rolled down her cheek, onto her luscious blue locks and on to the floor. He was getting married!? So much for visiting him tonight. What was she going to do? Well she wasn't going to that wedding. That's for sure. She would just have to stay home.

Peter looked around. He didn't see Hazel. Maybe she'd changed a lot since he last saw her. Maybe she was running late. But Rosemary was going to come out in 5 minutes and Hazel still wasn't there. He waited. The five minutes seemed so long. Finally he saw Rosemary come out. She looked beautiful in her gown. But where was Hazel. They continued the wedding ceremony. It almost completely got his thoughts off Hazel. But a week later, when they were riding home, a thought struck him. An adolescent thought. A crazy, adolescent thought that he had clung onto for four years.

He had seen her eat the chocolate chip cookie. She had said she wanted to be a baker when she grew up.

She will be a baker. Well at least a Baker's wife.

He had shared that thought with her when they started dating. And now he had invited her to his wedding with Rosemary.

She must think I'm a traitor, he thought, She must think of this as a betrayal