𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔡

1) grandma.

Adeline's pov:

I woke up today to the sound of my uncle cursing loudly, I bolted out of my comfortable bed covers and hurried down the stairs, searching for my uncle.

"Uncle kevin! Are you ok?!"

I saw my uncle crouching beside the Grey kitchen stove, clutching his hidden hand tightly. He lifted his head and looked at me with a pained smile.

"Oh, Adeline," he said, letting out an awkward chuckle. "I just scratched my hand, nothing serious! Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."

He wasn't fine. He burnt his hand. How could he say he was 'perfectly fine'?!
I sighed as I traveled down the steps. I took a cloth that was hung next to the refrigerator to my right.
I damped it slightly with water before crouching next to my uncle, beginning to tend to his burnt wound.

"Oh, adaline, you really don't have to.. I can take care of it myself.."

"Uncle, how can you tend to your wound when you're the one who burnt it in the first place?"

My uncle just chuckled and shook his head.

As I finished wrapping up his hand with an extra cloth I took after I healed most of his wound, we stood up to our full heights. As I went to wash my hands, my uncle sat on a small wooden stool by the stove.

"Adaline.." He hesitated. "I have a favor to ask of you, dear."

I turned to my uncle, waiting for him to continue as I dried my hands.

"I've made a new recipe for these delicious pastries, and I just placed them in the oven before I burnt my hand..." he held up his hand while awkwardly smiling at me, "So, i thought that maybe after they're done, you could take some to give to your grandmother."

"You mean grandma in the woods?"

"Yes." he said while nodding his head.

"Oh...alright, I'll go." I said, unsure of my decision.

A while later, he decided that the pastries were all done. As he went to open the oven, he took out the pastries that were done baking, placing the tray on top of a wooden table that took most of the space inside the small kitchen.

The scent of the pastries filled the room, and they smelled heavenly, hence why my uncle is the best baker in town, not to brag.

He started searching for something that i assumed would be some sort of basket to place the pastries in. he then pulled out a small dusty basket out of the cupboard. "i think this would do. What do you think?" He said while showing me the undoubtedly broken basket.

I shook my head at him. "I think we need a new one."

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. here, take these and go get me a new basket from the shop, alright?" He asked while handing me a good amount of money.

I nodded my head and placed the money inside the pocket of my dress and grabbed my coat "alright uncle, I'll be back in a few minutes!" I yelled.

"Alright! Be careful and stay away from strangers!" He yelled back as I chuckled at his childish words.

With that, I made my way out of the door to the outside world filled with many houses and shops and, most importantly, the people that filled this beautiful town.

"Good morning, adaline!" A man yelled.

"Hello, adaline!" A child greeted.

"Bonjour adaline!" A woman waved.

I smiled and waved at the group of people who greeted me and continued my walk to the shop that was now right in front of me.

I opened the door with a 'ding' sound and looked around when suddenly the shopkeeper greeted me.

"Bonjour adaline," he said as I jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. "What would you like from my shop today!" He said while smiling and clasping his hands together.

"Oh, hello, sir," I awkwardly replied. "I was just looking for a small basket suitable for pastries. Do you have any in stock, perhaps?"

"Ah, yes! Right this way, mademoiselle, I have quite a few that would be suitable for your taste." He led me to the corner of the shop, where it was filled with baskets and other supplies.

"Pick whichever one you see fit, mademoiselle, and please, take your time." He said while heading back to the front of the shop.

I started looking until one specifically caught my eye. There was nothing too interesting, and I didn't think I would find one that matched my type. Until I shifted my eyes upwards, that is, I found one of the prettiest looking baskets. It had white lace all over it and was circular almost oval-shaped with a baby pink bow decorating its handle. I absolutely loved it.

I carefully began to make my way to the front, basket in hand. I saw the shopkeeper smiling at me as I headed over to him while smiling back.

"How much will it cost me, sir?" I asked while placing the item in front of him to be bagged.

"Oh, don't worry, darling, it's on the house!" he said, already bagging my item.

I was stunned, so to say, nobody has ever given me an item for on the house. Even though I'm pretty popular in town, I never got an item on the house.

"A-are you sure, sir?..its alright i can pay for it, I am capable—"

"No, mademoiselle! I insist! Take it here!" He said while shoving the bagged item in my face, pushing me to leave so I wouldn't pay.

I thanked the middle-aged man and headed straight back to my uncles house and opened the door to where I am greeted with my uncle sleeping on the couch. Snoring.

I sighed and headed to the wooden table and placed the new basket I unbagged and began filling it with some of the delicious pastries.

I filled the basket till it was completely filled with pastries. Later, I went to get a pen and paper from my uncles workspace and began to write a small note, saying that I'll be back tomorrow morning from my grandmas house.

I left the note beside my uncle and went to my room and changed into a simple baby blue lolita dress with my favorite signature red cape on top, as I headed downstairs, I put on my black shoes and quietly ran to the kitchen and snatched the pastry filled basket. Hurrying through the front door, ready to meet my grandmother.

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A/N:-

Hello!
So this is my first ever book so please give it some love!

and if you like this book, stay tuned for the upcoming ones!

I love you all, bye!

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