Y/N L/N is a single mother who has been raising her daughter Alex for the past 20 years while also running a hotel on an exotic Greek Island. With Alex's wedding day right around the corner, the last thing on Y/N's mind is Alex's father. However, th...
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I have a dream a song to sing to help me cope with anything.
If you see the wonder of a fairytale, you can take the future even if you fail.
A young girl stood in front of a bright yellow mailbox. Her curly blonde hair blew in the wind and she quickly brought a hand up to brush some away from her face. The moonlight shinned down on her making her brown eyes sparkle as they looked down at the three envelopes in her hand.
It was the middle of the night and every resident of the small island was asleep giving her the secrecy she wanted. However, she still found herself looking to make sure that no one was watching her.
Once she knew the coast was clear, her eyes flickered back down to the three envelopes and she smiled.
"Tony Stark," she whispered as her eyes scanned over the name written on top of the first envelope. She picked up the envelope and put it into the mailbox, her eyes immediately falling down to the next one.
"James Barnes," she whispered next before picking up the small envelope and sliding it into the mailbox.
Her hands gripped onto the last envelope and her eyes traced over the last name.
"Steve Rogers," the girl whispered.
The girl then put the last envelope into the mailbox before closing it. She let out a small squeal of happiness before looking around to make sure no one else was out.
Alex smiled and turned on her heels. She then started back towards her room not knowing the whirlwind of events she had coming for her because of those three little envelopes.
