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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ
- ɪʟᴇɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ

2:17 ───ㅇ───── 4:35

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Light seeps through the gaps between the curtains as the morning sun arose. She never needed an alarm clock to wake up.

The birds had always prepared the loveliest of songs. She raised her arms above her head, stretching ever-so gently. She never liked to start the day off with a pulled muscle or two.

Her name was Marie. Marie Brando Joestar, daughter of the ever-so lovely and successful businessmen, Dio Brando and Jonathan Joestar.

Her routine always started off like this. She would drag herself towards the covered windows and shed the light that was eager to explore the room.

Ah, the glorious view of Naples just had to be concealed by the exaggerated and expensive curtains. Marie had wanted to get rid of them, but she'd never really had the time to do so.

There were chores and cooking and cleaning to do. Who else was going to do them?

Letting the breeze waft through her room was next. Marie absolutely adored the spring breeze, not too hot nor too cold. And then it was time to get dressed and start the morning tasks.

Her sense of style was simple and smart, nothing of any speciality. Something practical, she would always argue with Bruno, who insisted on spoiling her with gowns and dresses galore.

However, she had always complained she would never find the time to wear them. Thus, she turned to nothing more than a long skirt and a presentable shirt, along with a tattered apron.

The mornings were just too quiet for her, but she couldn't bear the thought of waking up the others, who were constantly overworking themselves until the wee hours of the day.

A song did the trick, and her favourite to start 8:00 am on a Monday, goes like this:

"A dream is a wish your heart makes..."

And she continued on, hanging the damp clothes from the washing machine, whilst folding the dry ones.

"When you're fast asleep..."

Bruno enjoyed hearing my songs as soon as he woke up and glanced at Leone, sleeping soundly.

And ever since Narancia found that Cinderella costume for their annual Halloween party years ago, the rest of them liked how the name rolled off their tongues, and from there, Marie was their Cinderella.

"In dreams, you will lose your heartaches..."

She wandered through each of their bedrooms, with their freshly folded pile of clothes and undergarments, opening the doors quietly and humming the tune without waking them.

"Whatever you wish for, you keep..."

And then it was down each staircase of the mansion, until she'd reached the kitchens, preparing a small tray of drinks, like Fugo's Earl Grey tea and Trish's green juice.