A love story

Once was a day, a girl,who was as sweet as an apple, and as pretty as the flowers in the spring. Her skin pale with freckles like dirt, her hair long and as orange as the sunset in the fall, her eyes as blue as the sky in summer. Her name was Violet Bridge. Violet was a normal 20-year old girl if you took away her last name, for that last name meant she came from wealth.

In her village, there's a family as wealthy as hers, that lives right across the field from her. They are called the Clifford family. The Cliffords have 4 boys, Samuel who is 27, the eldest. Ladies all over the village consider him the manliest, and most handsome. Being as he is, tall and muscular, his hair as black as night and his eyes cold, with the lightest color blue.

Then there's Charlie and Peter, they're twins, age 24. Charlie and Peter are in every way the most vindictive in the village, but trick those around them with here handsome faces. Yet they are cruel to people of normal status, meaning they look down upon those who are poorer.

Now, of course that leaves 22-year-old, James. He's the youngest Clifford. He's known as the tallest Clifford being 6'3 but more importantly he's also kind, and caring, different from his brothers. He has shaggy light brown hair, being the only to have his mother's emerald green eyes, covered with his round glasses. The perfect amount of freckles brushed against his cheeks and nose. With his dimples, his cheekbones high and sharp, and his strong shoulders, down to his hands that effortlessly play the violin when he's alone.