🌷 𝓘n which an MI6 Agent
during the 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝒶𝓇 ends
up falling in love with a man
who is meant to be her enemy.
Started: 4th May 2024
Completed: ???
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It was 1947, two years after World War Two ended and the beginning of what would be known as the Cold War between two potent superpowers: The Soviet Union and the United States of America.
It was so mystifying, bizarre, and distressing to Dolly to be flung into another war when one that had taken her dad's life had just recently ended. Not only that but she had also lost her mum too to grief, she had died suddenly of a broken heart. That is what Dr. Rosewood had labelled it as anyway.
At the time, Dolly merely frowned at those words, her eyebrows visibly knitting inwards thinking it wasn't possible to die of such a thing but then she remembered the way her beautiful mother looked. She was pale-faced, her once robust sun-glowing skin fading like the last drop of sunlight at dusk. Grief was feasting on her good health, draining her of the gift of life that had put her on this planet.
Her under eyes were puffy and coloured wisteria and peony from a lack of peaceful resting at night. Pearl Primrose no longer coiffed her auburn hair in her signature victory curls; no, her hair just poured awkwardly down her back clad in a silk nightgown.
After learning of the death of her beloved husband and experiencing the trauma that was his funeral, she seldom showed a dazzling smile. Whenever she did speak, it was only a few short sentences before she kept to herself. Dolly would sometimes get her mum out of the house to go on a walk through the park and get some fresh air. They would sit on a bench and silently watch the starlings caroling or the ducks gliding gracefully over the surface of the lake with their curious ducklings following behind.
But in the end, Amias' death was too much for Pearl and she was soon buried next to her husband.
Dolly would go and from the cemetery to replace the flowers she noticed had begun to droop and release browning petals. She would purchase freshly bloomed ones of bright colours from the local florist around the corner from her apartment building and trim them of unwanted leaves and small stems.
Her mum adored lilacs and their springtime smell, so she would arrange the posy of purple lilacs in an intricate glass vase beside her limestone engraved gravestone. Her dad didn't much care for flowers but Dolly would always get the best for them both.
The announcement of Japan's surrender that officially ended the war was still fresh in her mind but now two years later they were entering another. Everyone was still in the early stages of healing and recovery from the war and now, well, this.
During World War Two, she was approached and recruited to become an undercover agent for the Secret Intelligence Service. She successfully, with stressful difficulty and determination, collected and provided invaluable information to her country.
