Millie followed her Grandfather out of the study. It felt strange to see him so young and full of life, walking tall and without a cane. As they made their way up the stairs and through the long hallways, Millie was amazed to see just how many servants there were bustling about. The majority seemed to be gathering things and taking them in the direction of the ballroom, but there were a few with anxious looks on their faces. Millie pulled at Grandfather's sleeve.

'Is there something wrong? Why are some of them worried?'

Millie eyed the strange tag that was attached to the dress she was holding.

'Yes, I think you're right...' she said, peering closely at the ink jots on the faded paper. Then, she let out a strange shout, 'Hey, this one was first worn exactly forty years ago today!'

Millie sighed as she walked towards the edge of town. She had just finished a long day of sewing with the town's dressmaker. Tuesdays were always really hard days, and this was no exception. Not only were the hours long, but business in the shop was slow so that Millie had few excuses to leave her stitching to help customers. Now she was done. But instead of feeling relieved, she was far from it; she had yet to walk home in the bitter February cold.

And now we return to the beginning of the story; in February of 1933. I'm going to write this serial in tune with the months; hence whatever season it is in real life, so it shall be in the story! 

...let me know what you think! 

Millie turned an ashy white and sat down heavily on a nearby chair. Gianna placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and tried to look brave, though she was shaking and tears were still falling down her cheeks.

'Edward... what you are about to hear, you must not utter to a single soul.' Millie said, after an agonizing silence, 'It has been a long guarded secret of our family.'

I sat down next to her and looked earnestly at her.

'I promise you that I won't speak a word to anyone...'

I think she honestly didn't see me at first. Gianna was about to open her mouth to warn her of my presence as she came down the hill to meet her, but was stopped when Millie let out a cry of surprise.

'Edward! What... on earth!'

'No time to explain you see, kind of in a tough spot!' I shouted back, trying to concentrate again on the task at hand.

Here you go! Prolouge, part two! Be sure to visit my writing blog for pictures and updates, as well as side-stories that I plan on doing in the future! 

www.charlieandmewrite.blogspot.com

Hello AP, it's been a while. A long while in fact. But I only just had an inspiration to write this up today, and wonder what you all think of it. Does it make you want to read more? Do you want to know more about the characters? I'm thinking of turning this in a serial, but want to know if anyone would be interested in reading it! 

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'Why are you crying?'

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I fell silent as we stepped off the pavement, out of the cold, and into the chip shop. I wrinkled my nose as feeling returned to it, inhaling the delicious smell of salt and vinegar. We crossed the black-and-white-checkered floor between the rows of two booths on each side.
In I way, I think our order of coping chips was to stall the actual coping. Even the much-pierced girl behind the counter must have sensed the discomfort between us.