Vindictively Yours,

Christening Sins and Sinners

Eight years later

The roads of Gimmelwald was dry and humid. Wynter drove in her black beat up truck as she crossed the small little houses and restaurants. She just came back from the Saturday market buying her groceries. She was excited today.
Because today was important.

It was her twenty-sixth birthday today. She was ready to celebrate it with drinks and her best friend, Parker. Parker and her kept in touch and soon he came and helped her with her business. She was a carpenter- she made furniture for a living and she loved it. With the help of Parker's business expertise, she landed with many clients here in Gimmelwald.

She had gained a few pounds but it was a healthy balance with mind and body. Shedding her belly fat away but her hips were full and thighs soft and tender. She made a point to keep her hour glass figure. She hated being skinny. She made a point to eat nutritious meals. She became very aware of her body and mind. Because it was everything. It relied on everything.

Pulling up at the cottage near the valley, she parked her car in her driveway. She had a small cottage that almost looked like the one from the hobbit movie. It was covered with round pebbled stone wall which kept the insides cozy during the dangerous winters. The roof was bricked lined and a chimney at the top. It was too unreal if you look at it. Something out of a story book. Like the witch's house in Hansel & Gretel. Sometimes she would wonder, was she the witch?

She grabbed the big heavy brown paper bags full of groceries and hefted them up as she waddled her way to the front door of her little cottage. Out of the coroner of the eye, she saw a black SUV parked a little further across her home. She was sure the window sill went up before blocking her from seeing who was inside. She shrugged it off. When she reached the front door by feeling around a bit to find her keys, she was about to push in the key into the lock when the door swiveled open and she almost landed straight on her face into the groceries.

"Wynter." She leaned against the doorframe and inched her eyes up above the plastic wrap of the turkey breast and saw Reggie standing there tall and handsome as ever.

"Reggie. What are you doing here? How the fuck did you get in?" She winced when she heard how she sounded. It's been ages since she heard from the AeTos family. She left the AeTos mansion soon after her mother's funeral. She found herself driving her car with cardboard boxes filled with all her possessions in the trunk and she took off till she never saw the rooftop of that mansion ever again.

She placed her bags of groceries on the counter. She yanked her sleeves of her white Henley t-shirt up her elbows. With hands on her hips, she waited for an answer. Reggie hadn't changed. Maybe a bit older with wrinkles around the eyes and lines on his forehead and the strands of grey layering with his black strands. He had shaved his hair in a way which reminded her of the Peaky Blinders's men. He wore a white suit which was odd. It was almost like he was in a wedding. Or rushed out of a wedding. Which made her think about someone she hadn't really given much thought of.

Liar! She shut down that thought immediately. Cocking her head to the side, "Reggie."

He smiled and his teeth showed. "Wynter. You look so different." Hearing that word different was the worse thing because it meant she changed herself so much. She had cut her hair till her shoulders. She had developed her body in a way she liked and not how her mother told her to keep with. She didn't run anymore. She hated to run. It gave her too many memories.

"You haven't changed much." She started to put her grocery away since he was going to take his time to state the reason for his drop in and break in.

"Why thank you." He smiled brighter when he saw her glower. He looked around, seeing her small hand made coffee table which she made on her own. All the furniture here was built by herself and she felt pride in that. The small red couch stood facing the window that led to her backyard filled with her vegetable garden alongside a blue bean bag chair. The mountains were far in the distance but it was a beauty to glance at the strength that held the clouds on foggy days. The fireplace was at the corner. Her kitchen was small with blue wooden cabinets and a small round mahogany wooden table with two mahogany chairs. Her room led down the short hall where the hall walls she hung up pictures of her certificate in able to have a successful business. Pictures of her mother. Pictures of her and Parker. Pictures of her lovely husky dog Gg. He was probably sleeping in his bright yellow kennel outside in the backyard. He was a lazy old motherfucker and just ate and wanted belly scratches. That's all he ever did. Not the best alarm system because clearly Reggie got in without a growl from her dog.