Prologue
'He loves me, he loves me not' Hazel picked at the petal of the simple yet profoundly beautiful yellow flower, tugging at it as she dropped it to the ground. 'He loves me' she whispered, her fingers heading towards the next one, she tugged at it again separating it from its sheath, as she whispered 'he loves me not' the petal fell to the ground. The garden consumed in utter silence but hazel's hopeful whispers, the clumsy wind brushing a strand of her hair away from her face, her brows furrowed, eyes locked on the flower whose petals are falling to give her answers, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. 'he loves me' her lips were freed as they curved to whisper the words letting yet another petal drop to the ground 'he loves me not' another gone ...
she pouted, cheeks turning a shade of red as she observed the only two petals clinging to the flower .. she glared at them as if her stare could make one of them disappear... maybe then she will get the answer her heart yearned for...
she dared not to move her fingers eyes still locked on the remaining petals. A sigh left her lips, her face contorted, contemplating her next move. There was no sound as the flower fell, hitting the ground. Hazel got up from the chair; brushed away the inexistent dust from her long white dress. Sparing a last long look at the two-petal flower, she headed home.
She hurriedly walked towards her home, he is coming tonight, she thought her eyes sparkling with delight, a smile forming on her lips as she thought about the man who held her heart captive. The man she held close to her heart.
She did not know when she fell in love with him; all she knows is that he has taken over her whole heart without her knowing... she was just 16 but yet she has admitted that she has found the love of her life.
If only he knew.
She would only admire him from afar as he comes to visit her house with his father... Their families are business partners both working on trade and market. She would watch through her small window as he would enter through the gates, she would smile as his hands brushed through his hair (a habit of his). Tough he is 6 years older than her; the age difference never crossed her mind. She just loved him from afar hidden behind her curtains or disguised in the shadow that trailed behind him all the time.
He would greet her through occasions where both their families attended. She loved those occasions as they were the only times his eyes would find hers, the only times he would spare her a glance. The only times she would be able to see him smile.
'Does he even know who I am?' she would wonder, she feels as though she is a ghost wandering around where he is... of course, he knows me, she would scoff at herself... Our families are business partners more so close friends and we have met countless times ... he knows me she reassured, he does she repeated smiling at the thought.
But does he though?
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