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Rosemary’s POV

Three months have passed since I had found Angel  - my how she has grown , though she is still cute and still fits in my hand , she has grown up. While putting on my gown for this evenings dinner , I hear a tiny bell tinkle. The sound travels from my wash room , through the door and stops a few feet from me. I smile knowing that Angel has come to give me some company.

After putting on the gown , my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. The dress that I had been forced to wear is way out of my comfort zone. Its thin fabric squeeze me , a cold breeze hits against my thigh as there is a slit along the dress on the right. The top of the dress was off shoulder leaving majority of my shoulder and collar bone exposed to the cold. What on earth was father thinking making me wear this dress? However , I wore it – I did not want to make him angry.

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