❝ WHEN THE WORLD WAS BLOWN TO HEAVEN, MY HEART STILL STAYED WITH YOU. ❞
And in that moment, perhaps, all the stars in the heavens looked upon the earth in envy at the way he was looking at her.
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[ three. ] CHAPTER THREE - THIRD PERSON; AVONLEA, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND APRIL 16th, 1879
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AS THE GLOW OF THE ETHEREAL SUN casted its first glimpse of golden light over Avonlea, Kathleen had gladly awoken with it, and hastily prepared (at an absurdly early rate) for the picnic to follow soon. After numerous hours brushing her wavy hair meticulously in the intention for it to be as smooth as the first-fallen layer of frost on a winter morning, the brunette finds herself skipping in a merrily fashion, on Barrys' Hill, accompanied by the Caulfields.
"Oh, isn't it such a nice day, Ava? Look at all the people," she rejoices, running up the slope covered by sparkling strands of freshly-cut grass. Her worries from the previous day have vanished with the stars above her, for Kathleen is no longer clothed in soiled attire- and is now prancing in a brand-new, exquisite lilac dress complete with ivory puffed sleeves and ruffles, with little Ava's hand clasping around hers.
"Indeed!" Ava cheers, with the same glint of glee in her cerulean eyes.
"Now, dear, calm yourself. You needn't use all your energy just yet! You've so much people waiting to meet you," Mrs. Caulfield says to Kathleen, an arm looped with her husband's.
The family appears over the faint horizon, noticed by many other villagers, with Miles running eagerly before them to meet with the troublesome boys of his class. Mr. and Mrs. Caulfield pleasantly introduce the brunette amongst other guests, who welcome her with joy and kindness. She lavishes at the realisation that no one appears to remember that she is an orphan child. They seem too distracted by the jewels around her neck. She admits she is guilty for deceiving these people, but it's better this way.
"Kathleen Beauvais, what a pleasure to meet you," a raven-haired Diana greets politely, shaking the hand of the girl before her, whose eyes have lit up at the thought of simply making a new friend.
The Barrys were the first family Kathleen met immediately after arrival. It didn't take long for their approval of their daughter of the same age as Kathleen, to befriend her, due to Mr. and Mrs. Barry's trust of companions at the same elite status. "As my mother said, my name is Diana."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, too, Diana. What a truly lovely event your family has hosted today," Kathleen beams. The two girls, delighted in each other's presence, link arms after Diana's suggestion of a brief background explanation of Avonlea's guests.
"We do these extremely often, you'd be surprised. Nevermind that- I still cannot manage to shake the fact that there is yet another Caulfield around," Diana says in disbelief. She is dressed as elegantly as Kathleen, and to other villagers, they wouldn't suspect one of them to be a former rag-wearer. "And another orphan, too."
