𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ✧ 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙞𝙘

.°⋆𝒐𝒏𝒆 ₊*

♬ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆, 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕 ♬

Rarity sealed the final letter of goodbye to her colleagues, despite knowing none of them wanted to hear from her after what had happened in Manhattan, only a few months ago.

There was always a lingering feeling she had that she didn't have a good grip on the life she built for herself in the city. It was just sand that she was able to hold in her hands until a big breeze came and sent it into the air.

Nothing would ever be the same. And Rarity was sure that she never wanted it to be.

Her face was mercilessly plastered on the news. They called her rude, aggressive and arrogant. Her reputation had crumbled after she blew up under stress in front of everyone at a big Hollywood party.

Her "true side" was brought out by her so-called innocent employees. Their needy, spoiled and ungrateful attitudes finally became too much for the star designer. It wasn't a surprise that she finally let herself crack.

The whole thing spiraled out of her control when the ordeal caused her ex-fiancé to leave her and spill Rarity's secrets on the front page of a nationwide magazine, furthering her banishment from fame.

Almost every personal thought that she trusted to him was being read by every eye in the country, and her privacy was no longer a luxury that she'd been able to uphold.

Love had been turned into a lesson of trust.

Her publicist tried and failed to resurrect her career, but there wasn't much she could do. The media knew how they felt about her now; and they weren't going to change that anytime soon.

Now, she was on her way to Pennyville, her hometown. The one way train rattled down the tracks at speeds faster than light, rushing her from the scene of the crime. That's just what it was. Minus the knives. Add the pitchforks.

Her parents still lived in some exotic villa that she had bought for them on a lake somewhere sunny, but Rarity refused to move in with them, in hopes that they wouldn't be affiliated with her name.

Rarity knew she was innocent. Her employees only got what they had coming for them; but no one else knew that, and she was too afraid to try to convince them.

Her new home was being built on the edge of town, overlooking an Apple Orchard over the hill. She didn't plan to do any more designing. At least, under her own name.

She still loved to do it, and she wasn't going to let making a bad name for herself ruin it.

Rarity made arrangements with the nearby Apple Orchard, Sweet Apple Acres, to stay in their guest house while her home continued construction, which should only take a week or two until finished.

Her mother and father were good friends with some of the Apple Family, as they were called due to their profession. She was convinced they had actually changed their last name from Smith to Apple.

They were the main money makers of the town and made up a good percent of their economy. They were like the royalty of the town, giving that most people would wave and smile when they'd see a member pass by.

It scared Rarity, wondering what rumors may fly if she chooses to stay with them- but she no longer cared. She simply wanted peace.

The train whistled once more as it pulled into the station, shaking Rarity from her daze. She hadn't stopped staring out of the window, her chin rested on her purple nails, daydreaming about what might come next for her.