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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
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Charlotte was still processing everything that happened. What shop? What was going on? After a few minutes, Mrs Webber came out of the shop and walked towards her perplexed daughter.
"Mom, please tell me what is going on," Charlotte asked, "What shop? I don't have a shop?!"
Mrs Webber sighed. She didn't look happy. "Oh... I can't believe this is how you find out about this. I wanted to tell you much later, after everything's settled.
"Well, since I know about it already. Just let me in about what you're doing," Charlotte said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Come, I want to show you something," Mrs Webber said with a smile and held onto her daughter's hand and they started to walk.
They walked into the market street where it was bustling with activity. There were people chatting outside a supermarket, people discussing business at the cafes and mothers picking up their children from school. After what seems like a fifteen minute walk, Mrs Webber stopped in front of a quaint shop at the corner of the street.
Charlotte looked into the empty shop front. It was decorated halfway and there were some furnishers still milling away, painting the walls and constructing the shelves.
"This... is your new flower shop," Mrs Webber finally said.
Charlotte gasped, "My what?"
"Well, I was walking past this empty shop a few weeks ago and I thought about something you could do as a hobby and a business at the same time. We can also use this shop to pass our time away," Mrs Webber explained.
Charlotte pressed her hands on the shop window. "Are you sure mom? I don't know if I can do this... every time I take care of flowers... I... I think of Dylan."
Mrs Webber placed her hand on Charlotte's shoulder, "I'm sure Dylan would love for you to move on and do something with your talent and passion for plants and flowers."
Charlotte bit her lip and thought about it. She sure needed something to do in this town and maybe she could share her love for plant life to the people as well as earn some money to upkeep the expenses.
"I don't know how good I will be as a shopkeeper," Charlotte said, looking a little worried. Mrs Webber started to get a little panicky.
"Charlotte, I know I should have talked to you about the shop before I purchased it with my savings and all but I wanted to..."
Charlotte laughed and interrupted her mother's worried words, "...Mom, I may not be a good shopkeeper but I know this shop can work with your help."
Mrs Webber then started to smile, "That means we'll keep the shop?"
Charlotte nodded, "You went through so much to get this. I know you meant it for my good and I'll try my best to make this a great flower shop."
Mrs Webber grinned and started to show Charlotte her plans for the shop. Charlotte never saw her mother so excited about something for a long time... ever since Dylan proposed to Charlotte at the countryside before everything went wrong. Charlotte just hoped that this would be a good way to start her life again.
and the story continues
on...