𑁍 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𑁍
At age 18, Ophelia's father chooses a betrothed for Ophelia. resenting the idea at first, her mind changes when meeting the tattooed hunk.
Dante Rosario is feared by all, but when meet...
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The sun dowsed its nimble rays into a Sage green room filled with potted plants, feeding each one with its warmth through the bay, glass doors. The clouds moved leisurely along the sky, covering the sun from time to time and bringing along a rather chilly breeze into the room. The sound of a girl's hum filled the room, along with the sound of a faint melodic tune.
The room was cozy and inviting, and the girl sat in the middle of it, playing her guitar and singing a song about her dreams. She sang about the future, about the things she would do and the places she would go. Her voice was gentle and melodious, and it filled the room with a sense of peace and joy.
The girl smiled as she sang and strummed her guitar, and the potted plants seemed to dance in tune to her music. The sun shone through the windows, and the breeze blew through the room, carrying the girl's song with it. She sang of hope and of the possibilities that lay ahead of her, and she sang of happiness and love.
A white and orange cat laid curled in a ball at her thigh, seeming to fall asleep thanks to the melodious tune.
She came to the end of her strumming, but her hum followed her as she put her guitar away and stroked along the soft fur of her furry friend.
The cat awoke with a yawn, nuzzling against the hand of her owner.
"Zelda, are you just going to sleep all day?" Ophelia scolded with a huff from her lips.
The cat meowed before curling up against her owner once again.
Ophelia watched as the cat closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep, a small smile gracing her features. She knew her friend didn't really need the sleep, but didn't bother her anymore.
She stood from her spot on the comfort of her fluffy white carpet, and walked over to the bay doors that had been swung wide open.
She felt the spring air graze her skin in the form of a soft wind. It caressed her skin gently and left chills to wander her body.
It swung through her hair, picking it up and caressing her neck. She closed her eyes, breathing in the air.
"Good morning, Ophelia!" A woman yelled from across the yard, on the other side of a picket fence. Her neighbor, Mrs. Antonia, waved with a new bunch of flowers in her hands which made Eclipse's heart leap with excitement. She knew exactly what that would mean.
"Good morning, Mrs. Antonio! Need any help?" She leaned on the railing of her small balcony.
"Only if you can," the older woman winked and then chuckled, waving the young girl over.
Considering she was still in her nightgown, she quickly rushed to her closet, walking in and gazing over the many outfits and dresses and shoes.
She ran her hands over the materials of the many dresses she owned, finally picking out a rather "springy" dress which was white with little roses scattered over it.
