Travelling In Love
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I had my big ball gown on, it had a beautiful light blue colour. "And, how do I look?" I asked Matthew.
"You look as if you came from a 19th century masquerade." He said.
"Well, that is exactly what we wanted right?" I smiled and he kissed me.
Did you ever had a dream that looked so real you were sure it wasn't a dream, but it was real?
Well, I have that every night. Because when I go to sleep, I don't dream, I go to the past. The 19th century actually.
Here is where I meet Matthew, a handsome young duke, who helps me to live in the past. Although I wake up again as I go to sleep. I live two lives. But I can deal with it.
I'm Rikkie and this is the story of my happily ever after.
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