The Golden Snow [ Anne with an e x reader ]

Chapter 5

Once Anne had reached home she was breathless, with one long gasp of air, she composed herself. One thought still in her mind; why did she run? She had no reason to. Right? She heard Marilla's panicked voice; "Matthew, quickly go to the garden and get some vegetables!" 

"Which ones?" 

"Any!" Matthew raced past Anne murmuring a greeting. Marilla caught sight of Anne. 

"Anne! About time you showed up, come quickly, help me clean up the guest room." She dragged Anne upstairs to the guest room and began to change the sheets of the already made bed. 

"So, um, if you don't mind me asking, who's coming?" 

"Oh, you know our friend who's been traveling the world, remember when I told you about her?"

"I'm sorry, Marilla you're going to have to be more specific than that." 

"Never-mind that you'll meet her when you meet her! Now run down to the shed and get the candles will you?" Anne nodded "The new ones!" Strange. Marilla never used the new candles they were placed in the shed since last year. The only time they were brought out was when Anne Shirley officially became Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. A smile placed itself on her face recalling that time. Well, that and when Gilbert came over for dinner for Christmas. Whoever was coming must be very special. Gilbert. He was so annoying. His stupid smile, and his stupid dreamy eyes. Anne could get lost in his eyes. What was she thinking?! Then she reminds herself of her embarrassment of running away. She face palmed herself. Why, oh, did she run?! This was ridiculous! "Anne! For Heaven's sake let's get those candles before they melt!" Right. The candles. Anne grabbed the box and headed inside. "Oh Anne, I need you to head to Gilbert's house and ask Mary for her apple pie recipe." 

"G-Gilbert's?"

"Yes! Now hurry along, while we're still young now." 

"But Marilla, I don't think I-" 

"Nonsense! I must prepare something special!" She said pushing Anne out of the house. "Now off you go!" By evening, Marilla had cleaned the whole house as if it was spring cleaning for the second time. Not a dust particle insight. The kitchen, however, was a different story. Flour everywhere on the counter and broken glass of vanilla on the floor. Marilla was surprisingly unbothered and more focused on the pie. When she did come to her senses though, "Oh dear." 

"What happened here?" Matthew asked raising his eyebrows. 

"I really have no idea." 

"Where's Anne?" 

"I thought maybe some flowers would look nice on the table, so she's gone to fetch some." 

"I'm back! And I found these beautiful Lilies and- Oh." 

"Well, Let's clean up this mess shall we?" With a crooked smile, Anne walked over to help. She really hoped that this would finish quickly. 

Really quickly.