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The first chapter, here we go! I'm sorry about my grammar mistakes, I swear this book is giving me a lot of work and this isn't carefree!
Please try to understand!

The first chapter, here we go! I'm sorry about my grammar mistakes, I swear this book is giving me a lot of work and this isn't carefree! Please try to understand!

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"She builds others up because she knows what it's like to be torn down."

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P.O.V Rose Elizabeth

Deep breaths, Rose. Deep breaths. You can do this. It's just an envelope.

I tried to listen to the voice inside my head, but it was so hard when in my hands I had something that could change my life forever. With shaking hands, I tried to hold the small envelope, but I couldn't. I just let it fall and looked at the white envelop with tears in the corners of my eyes. That little envelop looked so innocent now on the ground, between my shaky legs.

I can't describe how much I want to open it and read. But I'm so afraid the answer won't satisfy me. After all, I worked so hard and this single letter may change my whole life.

I can't open it alone, it's too important. What if I start crying and faint? And if it's a positive answer I'll need someone to be happy and jump with me. If it's a negative answer, I'll probably need someone to cry with me and tell me it's okay despite the fact that it is terrible news.

Now, I have to make a decision. Who do I want to read this letter with and share this moment that I will remember forever? I could call Patty, but she's in Paris with her family. I could also call Liam but he's having lunch with his parents. He will only be here at 8 p.m so we can dance a little. And the person who I would love to share this moment the most is working. Even though uncle says I can interrupt him anytime I wish, I don't want to disturb his work.

Perhaps I should interrupt uncle because he will love to read this letter with me and find out if I'll be accepted or not. Yup, I'm going to talk to him.

Anxious to open the small white envelop, I put some old socks on my feet and picked the envelop that was on my bedroom's floor. I left my bedroom and closed the door trying not to make any noise, since Mark, the son of one of the uncle's maids is sleeping in the room next to mine, the guest room.

Dorothy, the lovely maid and the mother of Mark, asked my uncle if Mark could sleep here today because he was drunk last night and she needs to keep an eye on him during the day. Uncle Frederick, being the nice man he is, couldn't say no.

I can't think of someone kinder than my uncle and I couldn't be more thankful towards someone. He took care of me as if I belonged to his family since I was eight and that happened. I mean, he isn't really my uncle, but he asked me to call him uncle when he started taking care of me. I love him so much.

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