Dear Frieda,
You looked beautiful in your navy dress, it complemented you curves so well. Your plump pink lips looked so kissable but I'm not allowed to reveal myself, baby.
That boy you were with, he seemed to like you. We can't have that now? Nobody touches my babygirl except from me.
Your scent is so wonderful and beautiful. It reminds me of a new summers day, fresh and youthful. I wish I could hold you in my arms and smell you like I've been dreaming of.
At 10:38am you read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It's cute how you stick your tongue out whilst you're reading. You wore thick rimmed glasses which balanced on your freckled covered nose, I never knew you wore glasses until now.
Why do you wear so much makeup? Your natural beauty needs to be seen, people need to appreciate who you truly are. My soft and fragile rose. Sweeter than a baby's smile but more attractive than a siren.
Frieda. Your name rolls off my tongue like silk. It's so unique and precious like you. Your mum, Lana chose it well. Your father chose your middle name, Zoe. Frieda Zoe, my babygirl, Frieda Zoe, my all.
Much love, C x
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Prologue for my new story - m
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