Dark One's Daughter *Book One*

Skin Deep

💛 Edited--02.07.2020 💛

Recently, I'd felt...sentimental. So I plucked up the courage to do the thing I had been putting off for around three weeks. I was going to visit Graham's grave. But I couldn't show up empty handed, so I decided to get him some flowers from the local florist: Game of Thorns.

I dressed up in some semi-decent clothes and headed towards the florist.

As I arrived, I saw Mr French moving a new delivery of flowers into his shop.

"Mr French!" I called out. He spun round and smiled when he saw me.

"Tasha, my love. How good to see you," he said, giving me a quick one handed hug as I reached him.

"It's great to see you too. I was just dropping in to see if you had any flowers that I could, erm... put on Graham's grave," I said sadly.

"Of course. Look, here you go. Take these for free, but just don't tell anyone," Mr French said, handing me a small bunch of flowers.

"These are perfect but I am paying you for them. I can't take them for free," I told him, handing him $10.

"Thank you, Tasha. I hope your visit goes well. Say hi to him from me," Moe smiled sadly.

"I will do," I replied, giving him another hug. But before I could leave, I saw that Moe had a whole truck full of flowers and no workers. "Wait, let me give you a hand," I said, putting down, my things and going to lift up some flowers.

"You really are an angel in disguise, aren't you?" Moe laughed.

"Guilty," I replied.

I put the flowers outside the shop and went back to get more. As I was about to go back round, I heard the voice of Mr Gold.

"Well, this is just perfect," He said. "I've been looking for you, Mr French."

"I'll have your money next week," Moe told Gold.

"The terms of the loan were fairly specific. Take the van," Mr Gold ordered.

"Woah, woah, woah. Mr Gold can't you give him a little longer. Business these days is tricky, I would know," I said to Gold, coming out from round the corner.

"I'm sorry, dearie. But that's not how deals work, you should know that, too," He apologised.

"How much do you want?" I asked.

"No. I will not let you do anymore for me," Moe said, taking my hand.

"He's right, I can't accept it," Gold said, gazing at me through his strange glasses. "The van, if you please."

The tall, bald guy walked round the van and towards the drivers seat.

"No. Wait. Please, It's Valentines Day tomorrow. It's the biggest day of the year," Moe said, going after baldy.

"Mr Gold, please. Just one more week. Like he said tomorrow is Valentines Day and loads of people will go for the classic flower gift. One more week, please?" I begged Gold. When he didn't reply, I continued. "Come on,you kept me in business, why not him?"

"Because you, my dear always pay rent on time and I actually see your shop as an asset to Storybrooke," Gold told me, taking off his glasses.

"You do?" I asked. Gold nodded his head and I smiled slightly but remembered why I was talking to him. "How much does he owe you?" I tried again.

"Too much for you to be able to help," Gold replied before putting on his glasses and turning to face the van that was now driving away.

"You are the lowest! People will not put up with this!" Moe exclaimed.