Chapter 3

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Mara had grown. And little by little, she became a pretty young girl, with a brilliant smile. Her fair hair was braided with a purple ribbon. As often, she was playing with her sister the Fantasy in F minor of Schubert when her father entered.

- Mara, Willow. Come greet Branwen: he finally came back from Glasgow.

Brusquely, Mara stopped the playing, ran to the front room, and jumped into her brother arms.

- Bran! You're finally here. I missed you so much! How was your trip? How is Glasgow?

- Calm down little girl! I'll answer later, let me see how you grew up so fast.

Willow slowly joined them. The whole evening, she stayed away, reading a new novel. After this night, she became withdrawn day by day. But nobody realised: Mara was too excited to get back to his brother. Sometimes she had even forgotten her lessons with Willow. Their father, an important businessman was too busy, and their mother, a social butterfly, was occupied to host well-known figures of that time and their spouses. Branwen might be the only one who made effort to reinstate his little sister into the family life, in vain.

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