The Viola Girl (Counterfeit Princess Series Book 2) by Schoenborn Murray Sherri

Author:Schoenborn Murray, Sherri
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Christian Romances
Published: 2016-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

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I enjoyed a warm bath that the girls prepared for me. The room was filled with steam when someone knocked on the door.

“Mum wants me to burn yer dress and give ya something of mine to wear. I’ll leave it here for ya,” Lydie said.

“Thank you. It’s near the sink.” I was relieved that Pearl’s old dress would no longer be mine.

After I finished bathing, I found my birthday dress—an unfitted checkered sage green jumper with an attached white shirt with half sleeves. A dark green tie was sewn into the pointed collar. I believe it was the only thing in Lydie’s wardrobe that she was willing to part with, as it was very ugly and reminded me of a school uniform.

Hopefully, the dress would be so ugly that Brody would not want to kiss me.

When I strolled into the kitchen, Margaret’s eyes widened. “Really, Lydie, is that the best ya could do?” she asked, loudly.

“It’s the only thing I don’t wear anymore, Mum,” Lydie said from the front room.

Margaret eyed me and then like she was giving the hideous outfit her permission to stay, she sighed and lowered her shoulders.

“Isn’t that Lydie’s old school uniform?” Brody asked, entering the kitchen.

“It is. I thought she got rid of it three years ago when they retired the style,” Margaret said but did not call Lydie into the kitchen for a lecture.

“Ya look like a schoolgirl, Ennie.” Brody’s voice was so soft that it made me feel like bread pudding.

I promptly returned to the bathroom and braided my clean, dry hair into two long pigtails. I hoped to make myself so unattractive and school girlish that Brody wouldn’t want to remember the Blue Sky tradition.

After dinner, Margaret lit all the candles on the Wacky cake and then carried it to the table. The candles were arranged in the four far corners of the pan. It would be nearly impossible for me to blow them out in one breath. Obviously, Margaret did not want my birthday wish to be granted.

I inhaled, eyeing the cake.

“Make a wish!” little Jewelee reminded me.

“Thank you, Jewelee.” The day had so befuddled me that I’d almost forgotten the order. I paused, taking my time. I couldn’t waste my birthday wish on not kissing Brody. I had to use it on something more important. I recalled my vow to self. I wish to see Alia one more time before I am married. And because all wishes should be shared with God, I prayed the same.

I inhaled deeply, and traveling to all four corners of the cake, managed to blow out all sixteen candles.

“She should have played the bagpipes,” Trev said.

Margaret watched as I sunk my fork into the Wacky Cake.

The texture was as pleasant as any of the cakes our cook baked back home; and although I was not fond of chocolate, I was able to force it down. I wished I’d had this recipe when I’d been in Gruel Kitchen. The Wacky Cake would have made winning the giants’ hearts far easier for me.

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