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The Past of Phyre

The truth will come out. When? is the real question.

thephyregoddess · Fantasy
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8 Chs

3. I am talented, lets start with that.

The gates opened. How did he know about my mom? How did he know about things that happened inside the four walls of my small house? Why did he care?

I was too tired to ask, I let my brain rest for a while.

I entered the room seeing a huge piece of the green silk fabric roll. The maid came and gave me clothes and asked what design I would prefer for the ball this evening.

I have been to balls, it was never this fun but today was going to be different I could sense it.

I looked at the fabric and I knew I could do something unique.

I always made my own clothes and had unique pieces from different places.

When I told them I would make it on my own they were terrified, I told them it was fine and that the young master wouldn't do or say anything as well.

And I changed into navy blue trousers with a white shirt and the huge cloak that had a belt around the waist. It was a female look but still not too girly like the short dresses my sister wears.

I immediately got to work. I never realized I could do so well with a fabric like silk.

After finishing about 4 hours later I made a dress.

I was clearing up everything when I saw someone walk in.

I thought it was the young master but no.

'Hello, do not be afraid. I am the master, the eldest of all.'

He looked and then the mess.

'Oh, sorry about the mess, I was just working. So, you are the younger master's eldest brother? How many siblings does he have? If you don't mind telling.'

He chuckled.

'We are 8 in total, 4 brothers and 4 sisters-' he was talking until.

'Hey! I told you, you can meet her at the ball. Please if you may leave.'

'That's one way to address your elder brother and she is quite lovely so couldn't help it. Be on time. I shall take a leave now'

He looked at the dress.

'If you made that, it's splendid but are you sure you are going to wear it.I don't want you to be uncomfortable or something.'

He is being too nice. Something is up, I just knew it.

Hello,

I cannot even touch a needle without dopping it.

Sincerely,

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