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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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Monday, December 05, 2005
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Charlotte put on her cream white off shoulder dress and draped on a peach shawl before heading back to the shop to pick up her bag. She never felt more beautiful since Dylan and her celebrated their anniversary in a rustic resort up in the country side where he crooned a sappy love song to her with the other guests clapping along with him. Charlotte never felt more loved and more embarrassed in all her life. There was something special about Dylan that made her realise that he was the one for her.
Thinking about him made Charlotte start tearing. "Stop it. You're starting life anew... don't you dare start crying," she said aloud to herself while pointing to her image in the mirror.
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"Luke, why don't you go back first? I think I can manage from here," Mrs Webber suggested when she realised Luke wasn't in the mood to do anything right after Charlotte snapped at him.
When Luke didn't respond while he continued to sweep the floor, Mrs Webber went over to him and snatched the broom from his hands. "Go home Luke. I'll see you tomorrow," Mrs Webber said.
"Does Charlotte really hate me? Why can't she see that I really care for her and I want only the best for her?" Luke asked Mrs Webber, "I'm the only person who knows her through and through. I'm the only person who stands by her through everything. Why can't she see all these?"
Mrs Webber sighed, "Luke, love is a complicated thing. You can't force her to see everything the way you do. Somethings aren't as easy to fight for. Go home and just sleep on it. Everything will be fine after a few days."
As Luke nodded and solemnly left the shop, Mrs Webber hoped Charlotte didn't make the wrong choice of allowing Luke to help out in the shop while falling for Matt at the same time. "Oh I'm having such a headache. Dylan... you better help Charlotte choose the right man for her," Mrs Webber said as she looked up into the ceiling as though Dylan was watching over mother and daughter.
Just at that moment, Mrs Webber heard a vehicle rolled in front of the shop and peered out to see who it was. She noticed a man decked out in dress pants and a nice shirt walk towards the shop. She gasped when she realised who it was.
"Wow... and they say you can never change the spots of a leopard," Mrs Webber remarked as he stepped into the shop, "You look good for once..."
"I think I can take that as a compliment right?" Matt smiled, "Mrs Webber, is Charlotte here?"
Mrs Webber shook her head and told him that she went home first but she called and said she would come back here to meet you in a while.
Matt was relived when he heard that and went on to ask Mrs Webber a favour, "Mrs Webber, would it be weird if I bought some flowers at this time of night for Charlotte? Though I don't have much money but... could you help me pick out her favourite ones? I have... 20 dollars. It should be enough right?"
Mrs Webber shook her head at Matt's romantice gesture and went around selecting her daughter's favourite flowers. She gave quick glances to Matt as she picked out some of the more expensive flowers. She could sense Matt's heart throbbing at the sight of the price tags as well as the point where she purposely mentioned that Charlotte loved one of the more expensive roses.
Finally as Mrs Webber handed the bouquet over to Matt she squeezed his arm and said, "This one's on me. Just promise me you are not going to break her heart." Matt's eyes were so full of appreciation and somehow Mrs Webber could sense his sincerity. It didn't really matter to her if Matt was not rich or just an amature artist. Her daughter's heart was far more precious than any of these.
and the story continues
on...