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- the youngest Shelby sister was the only sibling that you could look at and say "no, she isn't related to those Shelby bastards." Although she shared the same brunette locks as her sister Ada and the same blue eyes as her brother Tommy, she did not share the same attitudes.
Francesca was an anxious girl. And that only worsened when her brothers left for war.
Her second eldest brother, Tommy, was a God in her eyes. She idolised him. Why? Nobody knew. But there was something about him. And for her.. Tommy loved her like she was his own daughter. They had a bond not even the strongest of men could destroy.
They were cut from the same cloth.
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- Francesca finds that her closest and only friend, George, a boy who came from the richer side of Birmingham, had returned from the countryside. He was the type of boy all the girls would fawn over.
Golden hair and blue eyes.
Except, he didn't care for any of them. He cared for his best friend: Francesca Shelby.
Or - Frances, as he called her. He was her only friend. Being older and, well, liked by most, he found it was his duty to look after her during such a hostile time.
But they seemed to be blind to the fact that they were more than friends. In some way, they were more. They didn't know it but everybody else did.
