Oh how the chimney boy had such sweet grey eyes. I could feel my face heat up every time mine met the glance of his. His personality was so wonderful too, he'd always say 'm'lady' and bow down every time he came and went. He'd just finished, again and I really didn't want him to leave, I really didn't. As he walked his little black shoes over towards me I looked away and pretended to be busy looking at my surroundings. I don't really remember much of it, after all, I wasn't exactly paying any attention to that was I? I only remember a small portion of a room, of which had a chimney and he was in it.
Before the poor little child could even say a word to me, my father, Lord Clarence Dupont stormed over and picked me up to quote on quote, 'protect me' and I can't seem to recall his shoutings but I think that's for the best. I only took into account that the boy cried tears that shone like small crystals in the well lit hall that fell subsequently with another substituting. Oh but I sigh gravely at the reminder of my mother, Lady Beatrice Dupont, saying these exact words, "Don't worry my darling he won't come near you again" "But Mother he's my friend" "I couldn't care less what he means to you love wise after all, could you imagine? Elegance and Dirt, together, my lord I'd hate to compare the two for you to understand that you can't be friends with everyone you see."
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RomanceA Small chimney sweep boy named Bryson and an elegant, curious girl named Sapphire fall in love at a young age but struggle to keep in touch throughout their childhood because of the difference in their wealth and Sapphire's parents constantly naggi...
