The next few days I take my coffee on the cobble stone patio out back. I would rather face the falls than look at that pretentious monstrosity for even a moment. Hawthorne has made multiple attempts to talk to me, after the incident in the town hall. To which I hide like a child, as I like for the romances in the novels I read.
I paint for a living and I know that I will have to visit Mrs. Victoria soon to give her the paintings to sell in the city. It's not like I have a lot of options lately if I want to keep this perfect little cabin. It doesn't cost much to maintain her, shes pretty self reliant. In the months of good weather I grow ample food for the underground pantry. I can as much as I can and always seem to have more than I need. The sweet peas grow perfectly up the side of the cabin, and the strawberry patches provide for delicious jam year round. I only buy flour, fine teas and wine from the local market. I make enough to pay the taxes and for wood cords for heat. I also have electric and a well, the bills for me as small. So I make due, I cherish this beautiful lifestyle it brings me so much joy and peace.
Some nights I do long for the love of another, sometimes I just long for any companionship at all. I can't bring myself to even enjoy the company of a man after what Tom put me through. I wonder if I will ever be able to care for anyone again, is it even possible?
Friday comes and I hear a resounding knock rapping at my front door. I'm coming! I'm coming!
I open the door and my heart stops beating. It's none other than Mr Hawthorne himself. What on earth is he doing here? I'm frozen in my mind, I am searching for words that I cannot seem to find.
Mr Hawthorne's POV
She's just standing there like an idiot, what on earth is wrong with this human.
I wait expecting her to speak and she just stands there with that weird shocked expression on her face.
Okay I will have to go first I decide.
Hello Elizabeth, I just wanted to invite you to my home for some brunch and possibly to clear up any hardships I have caused you.
Would that be okay with you?
Finally I become so frustrated with her I yell her name in a rude fashion.
Elizabeth !
Elizabeth's POV
I ...I'm okay Mr Hawthorne.
Hawthorne: 12:30 good for you?
Elizabeth: Yes, that works for me.
I say goodbye to him and literally slam the door in his face.
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