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2 months later---------

Donna woke up pretty late, looking over at the clock she sighed. It was around noon, she must have been tired after trying to finish the cloaks Alcina and her daughters wanted for when winter came around again.

She got up and got dressed, slipping the necklace on and the bracelets she hummed softly, "What are you thinking?" Angie asked watching Donna mess with the simple chains, I like having someone else to talk to. Donna thought and Angie sighed, "Yeah she's pretty fun to have around... However, I caught her staring when you licked the gelato off your hands one time."

Angie said and Donna looked at her, Angie... I meant for her to catch it. Donna looked at her doll and helped her get her wedding dress on, snapping a string off it. "Why? She's a pervert, she stares at the portrait of us a long time ago... It's weird." Donna shook her head, not wanting to explain to Angie that humans have an attraction towards each other and they can't control it.

Donna shrugged it off as Anna Marie just having a crush or being in a new environment, they went upstairs after Donna fixed her hair up and put her veil on. Making it into the dining room they found Marie with two plates in front of her, except the woman looked like she didn't get much sleep, her clothes were a bit wrinkled and she looked like she tossed her hair up into a messy ponytail.

Angie glanced at her and sighed "What's wrong?" She asked, "You look horrible." Angie snorted and Donna sighed, Be nice, she might not be feeling good. Marie looked up and sighed "Nothing... I couldn't sleep due to the storm last night." Donna looked up, it was one of the reasons why she moved downstairs to not listen to the waterfall and the storms that sometimes happened, she was honestly terrified of them.

Angie felt bad and watched Marie slowly sit her food down, she knew Donna would be right. She was sluggish and looked like she spent the night crying. "Hey... Why don't we spend most of the day relaxing?" Angie asked and looked at Donna, "D has trouble sleeping during storms as well, but with us being in the basement we couldn't hear it, but she's been working so hard... And everything looks clean so why not after breakfast we have a day to relax?"

Donna looked over at Angie, You know I have a deadline set. Angie looked over at her, Yes, however, she can't work like this, she'll end up getting hurt. Angie said between their linked minds. Donna sighed, she knew Angie was right and finished her breakfast. Getting up she cleaned off her own plate and tea cup, helping Marie with chores. She turned when she heard the woman sniffle, looking over at Marie who was wiping small tears away and looking away.

Donna furrowed her brows she is crying... What do I do? She asked Angie, she came into the kitchen and sighed Do something, don't stand there and just watch her cry. Listening to Angie, Donna did the one thing her parents used to do when she was sad. Grabbing her hand and pulling it against her heart, letting the woman feel the beating blood pump underneath her skin, bones, and muscles. Marie looked at the woman confused, it wasn't rational as to why she was crying but it wasn't irrational either.

Donna pulled her to the living room and sat her down on the couch, Well, do something... She's touching your boobs. Angie snapped but Donna didn't listen, letting the woman calm down and smile "That's a strange of comforting someone." She mumbled, wiping tears away, Donna quickly let go and pulled away, "No... It's not bad, it helped I just wasn't expecting it." Marie smiled and laughed a bit.

Donna sat on the couch awkwardly for a moment thinking of a way to make the girl feel better, she furrowed her brows for a moment. Getting up Marie watched as Donna disappeared into a locked room, Angie sat down on her lap and Marie smiled at her "Do you want to tell us what's wrong?" Angie said, "It's stupid." Marie coughed and turned her head, "If it has you this upset it's not stupid... Trust me, Donna gets upset about weird things as well."

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