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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.