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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮
___________ ౨ৎ ___________
BROOKLYN IVY WILLIAMS stood at the bustling London airport, her eyes scanning the throngs of travelers for any sign of familiarity amidst the sea of faces.Her mother,Lorelai, fidgeted with her purse, checking the time on her phone for the umpteenth time. The sterile air of the terminal was a stark contrast to the warm embrace of their quaint cottage back in Rosewood. The two of them had left that small town in a hurry, seeking refuge from a storm of scandal and heartbreak. The reason for their escape remained unspoken, a dark secret nestled in the folds of their luggage.
Rosewood is town full of lies and your secrets will haunt you forever.
___________ ౨ৎ ___________ Flashback
Year before (2009)
ROSEWOOD smelled like lilac and fresh grass with hint of chlorine from the nearest pool and and it was no different on a rainy August.The five girls were trying enjoy their last hours of summer and what's the better place then Hastings barn ? It was typical night for 16 years old girls, drinks, trashy magazines and the hottest gossips.The girls leaped with shock at loud noise from garden.
Suddenly, Spencer's question pierced the tranquility, "What was that?" Her voice was tinged with a hint of curiosity, and a touch of concern. The laughter abruptly ceased as the girls turned their heads in unison towards the source of the disturbance.
Aria looked up from her phone, her eyes wide with realization. "Spencer, I thought your parents were gone?" she said, the words hanging in the air like a forgotten melody. The silence grew thicker, a tangible presence that seemed to suffocate the very air around them.
The five friends exchanged glances, a silent agreement to investigate the intrusion. With their hands clasped tightly together, they approached the barn door as if it were a gateway to the unknown. Each step they took echoed through the silent space, amplified by their racing hearts. They moved as one, each drawing strength from the collective fear that pulsed through their intertwined fingers.
As they reached the door, a sudden burst of wind sent it swinging open with a bang, the metal hinges shrieking in protest. The girls jumped back, startled, their breaths hitching in their throats. For a moment, the rain seemed to hold its breath, the world poised in anticipation of what was to come.The figure that emerged from the shadows was none other than Alison DiLaurentis, the original sixth member of their clique, her blonde hair plastered against her face by the rain. The room was filled with the sound of their collective sigh of relief, mingling with the blonde girl's laughter.
