Chapter 1: Prologue
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Felicity looked down at her seventeen год old daughter’s tear stained face, her own сердце breaking. She knew first hand the agonies of love, but how was she to explain that to a teenager? How do Ты tell someone, there is no such thing as a fairytale Любовь story, with out completely destroying any hope that they may have left? Ты see, Felicity thought…
When Ты are young, it was okay to believe in fairy tales…that Фэнтези of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming, замок on...
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