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     BLUEBELL fluttered her dark eyes open. She was greeted with the bright sunlight shining through the translucent curtains decorating her window. She stretched her limbs, soft noises coming from her rosy lips. Sitting up on her bed, she swung her legs over it and put her feet in her slippers. She walked into the rest of the house, following the scent of breakfast. Reaching the kitchen she saw her brother and father sitting at the small table. Her father made a noise of surprise and set his glass of milk down, motioning Bluebell over.

"Good morning, Daddy!" she squealed in excitement and kissed her fathers cheek. He smiled and watched as his daughter sat in a chair close to him. Bluebell leaned over and kissed her brother's cheek. He pulled her head closer and pecked her forehead. The small family continued to eat their breakfast that consisted of eggs, bread, and jam. Their father suddenly spoke.

"I have to deliver the suits for those men in the manor later, I've been working hard on them. I'm just finishing making everything perfect. They'll pay us very good!"

Marcos nodded and grinned. Bluebell processed her father's words and thought back on that man she saw at the manor, could that man be one of those her father spoke about?

"Can I go too, Daddy?" the dainty girl asked sweetly, knowing her father would not be able to refuse such a tender face. The old man looked hesitant but eventually gave in.

"Of course, piccola colomba, just make sure to wear a nice dress. We need to leave good impressions on these customers. I think they might even become clients! Now of you go, little one. Let us not keep them waiting." She beamed, and took off to her room.

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The little lady stood before her mahogany dresser, trying to decide which dress to wear. There were so many pretty options ranging from pink to blue, and from yellow to lavender. She ran her hands through the soft fabrics and finally landed on one. She held it up to her frame and studied it int the mirror. The dress was quite beautiful, it was a light sage with embroidered flowers, as tiny as a raindrop all over the sheer sleeves. She smiled and discarded her nightgown to one side. She pulled the dress gently over her head and slipped some light pink flats on her feet. As for her hair, she simply twisted two strands and tied them at the back of her head, letting her hair flow like a waterfall right to the middle of her smooth back.

After giving herself a once over in the mirror, she left her cozy bedroom and met up with her father in the living room. He looked up with smiling eyes, a bag containing textiles and the suits over his shoulder, "Stunning, principesca, just like your mother," he said, with a sad glint in his eyes. She gave him a little smile, and soon, they were off.

They walked through the city getting ocasional greetings and salutations. Along the way, her father helped Bluebell put flowers in her hair that were just as delicate and pretty as the girl wearing them. She soon began to remember the path the were on. They WERE going to that manor! She could finally see the man again, and this time, not in her dreams. They continued to make their way to the manor, Bluebell occasionally giggling, remembering her little rabbit hunt. Her father would only smile at her adorable antics. The girl felt giddy about seeing the eyes that have haunted her just one more time.

After a few moments of light walking, Bluebell and her father could make out the manor. Still standing tall and regal, with beautiful flora surrounding it. What she would give to have so many flowers in her own home. She did, however have a small patch she took care of ever since her mother passed away, but it didn't hold a candle to the ones before her now. Once they reached the door, her father rose a hand to knock on it. The sound rung and lingered in the air for a few moments. This only made Bluebell's heart beat faster with anticipation. To her surprise, and older lady answered the door. She had kind, hazel eyes and auburn hair that was graying just the slightest at the roots. She smiled and stepped aside.

"Greetings, my name is Maura. You must be the tailor, yes?" she asked, eying the bag over the man's shoulder.

"Indeed I am, my name is Felix, pleasure to meet you," he said as he took the lady's hand and gave it a little kiss near her knuckles. The corners of her lips curled up just the slightest. She turned to the young nymph and studied her.

"And who might you be dear?" The girl smiled sweetly and curtsied.

"I am called Bluebell, Signora. Pleasure to meet you"

The woman grinned and led them further into the house. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. The walls were a cream color with carvings, almost as if they were telling a story. The reddest of roses sat on top of tables and cupboards. The table was set elegantly, cream, pale blue and gold being the main colors. It was beautiful, everything seemed to fit in perfectly. There was a big window letting in natural light which just made the place even more magical. Bluebell had sparkles in her eyes and did a little twirl trying to consume everything. The woman led them up some grand stairs and down a long hallway. They stopped in front a a big wooden door and knocked thrice.

"Come in," spoke a person behind the door. The voice was velvety and rich and could make any girl swoon. The old woman pushed the door open and the three of them shuffled inside. Once in the room, Bluebell could not take her eyes off of the man behind the grand desk. It was not the one from the other day, but this man was just as stunning. He had dirty blond curls that sat neatly but messily on top of his head. His eyes were the most beautiful green she had ever seen. His lips were plump, the bottom one a bit fuller than the top. He was just as beautiful as the other man and Bluebell scolded herself for thinking so much of them.

They're eyes met and she swore her heart skipped a beat. His gaze was intense, so intense that she felt the need to bow her head. She heard him stand up and walk to them.

"Hello Felix, nice seeing you again," he said shaking her father's hand. "and who is this angelo?"

Her father turned to look at her and said, "This my Blue. Short for Bluebell. Quite a beauty isn't she, Signor Eros?" Eros turned to look at the minx and nodded.

"Indeed she is." Everything about her was calling out to him. Her beautiful doe eyes, wide and dark, resembling a doll's. Her cute nose sitting on top of the juiciest lips he had ever seen. They looked like two pink and soft petals just waiting to be devoured by his own. Her beautiful dark hair framing her soft face. And the curves of her body, giving shape to the beautiful dress she sported. She was a work of art. Yet somehow, he knew she was not aware of her own beauty and that made her even the more attractive to him. He smirked and could not wait for his brothers to be graced by the goddess's presence.

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