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Ten years have elapsed since Candy and Terry broke up. Back to Pony's home, she works as a nurse at Dr Martin's clinic. For her birthday, s...
First of all, I'd like you to forgive me for my poor English. As I'm not fluent in that language, there are unfortunately many grammatical mistakes in my translation. I hope it won't be too heavy and boring to read. Please forgive me !
Besides, any help will be warmly welcomed !
You can also read this fanfic in French on candyneige.com's forum. (in French only)
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Letters to Juliet
Chapter 1 (Very kindly corrected by Sunnyrainbow)
Lights switched off and Miss Pony appeared at the doorstep of the house, holding between her hands a huge strawberry cake overflowing with cream, upon which burned 26 candles. The family and close friends, sitting around the large rectangular table that had been installed for the occasion in the meadow, in front of the orphanage, began to sing the famous suited song:
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you, dear Candy
Happy birthday to you
From good friends and true,
From old friends and new,
May good luck go with you,
And happiness too.
The old lady put the dish on the big table in front of Candy who was greedily watching her dessert. The candles' flames were dancing in front of her pretty face, lighting it with a tawny and blue shaded light which emphasized the sparkle of her eyes.
- Go on ! Blow them all out ! – said one of the orphanage's residents, eager to find a piece of cake on his plate.
The young lady stood up with a smile. She pointed to Annie to accompany her in her task. Hadn't they been found on the same day on Pony's home's doorstep ? It had been then decided that their discovery's date would be their birthday's date, date that Candy had kept while Annie's parents chose to change it after her adoption, putting it back few weeks in order to determine more specifically her age, and certainly to differentiate her from her sister of heart. Since then, Annie used to celebrate her birthday in April, but kept on celebrating it in her heart the same day as Candy. Without any hesitation, she joined her girlfriend at the top of the table. Bending over the cake, leaning on their hands, they both took a deep breath and complied, discreetly helped by the children who surrounded them. The candles got blown out in a few seconds under everybody's applause. A light cloud of warm wax flew in front of them, displaying a smell that Candy liked particularly well and which evoked in her other serene times : Christmas evenings, Sister Lane's candles in the chapel, the private lighting during a bath, and birthday candles of course...
