This story is about Emma, a single mother who is a young lady of 29 figuring out to live with her daughter happily ever after with her so-called exquisite life until the most unfortunate and unexpected person arrives at her house one fine evening.
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"You!?" said Emma surprisingly. She could not believe her own eyes and ears when she was actually standing in front of the person. The uninvited person was a fine gentleman with glassy blue eyes and golden hair. He looked winsome to one and all who saw him, but to Emma he looked as a big picture of dissatisfaction.
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Nevertheless she let him in and was introduced to all who had gathered at the occasion. In a short time, was everyone seated at the dinner table which was laid perfectly fine with plates and other cutlery put in a proper manner, napkins folded tidily and glasses filled with wine added a luxurious look to the meal. Everyone was enjoying the delicious meal which had been cooked by a single mother with no help whatsoever. Emma was being praised by all, but as for her, she was only looking at the uninvited person and noticing his table manners was she contented a little. Not before long did a conversation began, with Mr. Phillips asking the gentleman more about him and his mysterious past.
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" Well, to commence again, my name is Theodore Matthews..." at this, Emma glared at him and said "Sorry to interrupt, but my fiancé, Mr. Phillips wishes to pay significance on your past if you don't mind, Mr. Mathews." "Theo? Wasn't I to you Miss. Emma? He smiled shyly and continued
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Of course I understand you now have a fiancé to marry to, but old is gold. Memories shouldn't be forgotten. Am I not right Mr. Roosevelt?" Poor Mr. Roosevelt had to nod, as he was only the one who taught this to all he was acquainted with. "Anyhow, as I was saying and as Miss. Emma desires to know, about my 'mysterious past' please do not mind as it can be a little fragile to all those who are related to Miss. Emma, both directly and indirectly." As he was about to commence the chronicle again, Emma looked down at her beloved daughter as if it was the last time she would see her happy.
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~ I want to make this story look kinda more aesthetic....so any ideas? Also have a great day ☆
