My Cinderella Story. [ON HOLD]

Chapter One.

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Please join Charlie and Becca on their adventure in finding one another, themselves and their long lost love.

Hope you like it. Enjoy!!

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Rebecca's POV.

"Becca! Becca wake up!" A voice called as I was shaken out of sleep.

"I'm awake... I'm awake." I groaned as I pried my eyes open.

"You'd better! We're leaving for the bakery in half an hour." The voice I now recognized as Sister Joanne's said and I bolted out of bed much to her amusement.

After a quick bath, a strenuous getting dressed with Sister Joanne's help and a filling breakfast, we were on the road to Mrs. Bradford's bakery.

We had just turned the last corner when I bumped into someone.

"Pardon me." I mumbled when I noticed it was a man.

He grunted right before he looked up and our eyes met.

He had long lashes and deep stormy blue eyes that lit up when they drank in my hazel ones.

Those eyes were so familiar and I was drowning in them till I heard Sister Joanne's voice calling.

"Coming." I called back as I backed away from the mystery man before me. He smiled and waved as I grew the distance between us.

I giggled as I waved back then turned, grabbed the numerous layers of my dress and ran to Sister Joanne's side.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she eyed the man's back as he walked away.

"I'm..... I'm fine." I replied, flustered.

"Are you sure?" She confirmed as we walked back to the other group of three girls.

"Yes. Yes. I'm quite alright. Thank you." I replied with a wide smile on my face.

We went into the bakery and our long day began.

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Charles' POV.

I'd woken up in a strange place. Yes, it had been yet another wild night. I slid out from under the covers, face in my hands.

I felt soft hands on my back and I gagged in disgust.

"Come back to bed love." She purred and I stood up away from her reach.

"I cannot. I have things to do." I said as I pulled my clothes back on.

She snickered as she pulled back the covers and smiled satisfactorily when my eyes drifted over her body.

"I know you're a woman of the night but you don't have to make such a show of it." I said as I headed for the door while she hurled all sorts of profanities my way. I slammed the door just as a shoe was thrown at me.

I slipped my hands into my coat pockets and began walking back to my house. I had not gone far when I bumped into a soft body.

"Pardon me." She'd said as I grunted. I looked up at her face and was taken aback by her hazel eyes.

I'd seen them before. They called to me. I knew that call. A call I cannot quite explain but one I had heard before. Someone had called from behind her but she seemed mesmerized.

Rebecca.

I've heard that name before but I didn't have time to think of it as she began to back away from me. A genuine smile spread across my face and I waved at her.

She giggled and waved back before she took off running. I eyed the older lady with her and a thought crossed my mind.

I turned around and headed home as the plan grew in my head. I had to find her. Had to confirm if she's the one.

I just had to.

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Rebecca's POV.

We had gotten home later than usual as it had been a Saturday which equalled a market day.We had dinner and I had a shower before heading to bed.

Now I was in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn't get him off my mind. Those eyes...... I'd seen them before. Gotten lost in them before.

With a sigh I got out of bed. In the House as we referred to the orphanage we lived in, you were to be in bed at 10 past 10 at night and were to never be found outside at any given time of the night unless in an emergency.

But I broke that rule every now and again. I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door. I tip toed my way to the kitchen door and slid the bolts open and stepped out into the night and to my delight it was a full moon night with clear skies and numerous visible stars.

I strode slowly towards the kitchen garden. It had been recently weeded and I looked at it from afar to avoid tracking mud back into the house.

I continued walking headed for the farm and flower garden. The head sister, Sister Grace loved roses and taught every girl how to tend them herself. They were a variety of colours and the moon's light intensified their beauty tonight.

I inhaled their intoxicating scent, wishing I could pluck one but I knew Sister Grace would blow up a storm if she found any of her precious roses missing.

I laughed at the image as it played out in my head.

I then headed over to an outside accessible balcony and climbed the flight of stairs. I stood at the railing leaning my head out to catch a glimpse of the road right outside the outer walls.

A flapping sound caught my attention and I smiled. My lonesome friend was here yet again. A beautiful white owl was perched on a tree a short distance from the balcony. I had always seen that owl around me. Especially after the war. After losing my entire family.

Another flapping noise disrupted my thoughts as another owl, a black one, landed right next to the white one.

I hadn't gotten time to think of it when a hand grasped me from behind while another was pressed firmly on my mouth.

"Don't. Make. A. Sound!" A gruff masculine voice commanded and my body stiffened under his grasp