Romans & histoires Anne Of The Thousand Days

This time, when I did look around, I saw she was holding a big old jewelry box filled with lots and lots of pink paper hearts. "Wow! what's that?" I asked feeling excited. Mummy placed it in my hands, and my noona tapped the lid. "It's a thousand love from the kisses of the one who's dearly special to you. Or at least it will be, when you find the one that's special to you, then you'll fill them out." My eyes widened as I tried to count all the hearts. But I couldn't. A thousand was a lot! "Sophie," my noona said, as I looked up to see her green eyes shinning. " This is your adventure. How I want you to remember me while I'm gone."

I picked up the remote control before approaching her and embraced her, feeling at peace with her reception. "How many people are you fooling here, huh?" I asked jokingly. "I don't buy this fragile pregnancy story since the time you fooled Tom for a week, pretending to be sick and making him bake cookies for us." Anne blushed, remembering that. Let's just say teenage Anne wasn't exactly a saint... She pretended to be sick with a mild cold for a day but kept up the charade for a week, and like clockwork, Tom brought her cookies three times a day, which she shared with me. She would have gone further if she hadn't started getting tired of the cookies.

And these two features, coupled with my slim body, my height, and my pretty face, made me look more like an I*******m model. And though the chauffeur was focused with his driving, he couldn’t help staring occasionally at me through the head mirror, and I, too, remained calm, pretending not to have noticed he was stealing glances of me from the mirror. “Can I get anything from Tatiana?”. I posed, removing my black sunglasses, revealing pretty white eyes. “I don’t think I have anything from Tatiana, but I guess Adele will be good for an hour journey”. Said the chauffeur.