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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒

Francesca watched in the mirror as Aunt Polly put up her hair neatly. "Where is it that we are going, Polly?" She asked curiously. Polly hummed and tied one of her new ribbons around her brunette curls. "A wedding."

Francesca spun around to face her. "A wedding? Whose wedding?"

"Your brother's." Polly told her. Her eyes widened. "Arthur's getting married?" She gasped. Polly laughed. "Who in their right mind would want to marry him? No, John is getting married." Polly said.

"To who?" She asked.

"Five." Polly said. "Five.." Francesca frowned. "Five questions since you've sat in that chair." Polly told her. "You've asked five questions."

"So what?"

"Six." Polly pointed at her. Francesca groaned and got up, using her hands to flatten her dress. "Aunt Polly!" She whined. Polly grinned to herself and placed a hand on her niece's back to usher her out of the door. "Come on, we can't be late now can we?"

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Francesca's eyes widened when they walked up toward a camp. Polly paused. "Wait here," she stopped the girl and walked off somewhere. Francesca played with her hands and it was only when she heard footsteps that she looked up. "Ada?!" She practically shouted.

Ada smiled and chuckled. "Hello, pet."

Francesca walked to her and looked at Ada's baby bump with wide eyes. "Oh my god—" she whispered, "he's getting big now." She said.

Ada nodded. "He is."

Polly rushed them along and they went to join the people who had gathered for the wedding. Francesca stood beside Tommy and he smiled down at her. John had looked back to them nervously and finally, his bride came.

She had dark brown hair and Francesca couldn't see her face yet but felt she was beautiful.

Francesca always found this part of wedding to be boring. So she stopped listening and had her eyes fixed on one of the wagons that sat not too far from them. She always wondered what it would be like to live in a camp.

She jumped when people began clapping and looked around, realising this part was over.

The party soon began and the sun had set. People were dancing around. Not Francesca, though. She didn't want to dance with a stranger. "Fran!" A voice shouted her. She turned to see John waving her over and she did so. "This is my little sister Francesca. Francesca this is Esme."

Esme smiled softly. "Hello,"

"Hi," Frances responded, "I like your hair."

"Thank you, I like your dress." Esme's voice was gentle. John laughed. "Frances is my little best mate, aren't you?" He said. She nodded and smiled. "Why aren't you dancing?" He asked her.

"I don't know anyone here." She said.

"Ada's dancing." John nodded toward their sister. "She shouldn't be.." Francesca sighed. John shrugged. "Ada doesn't listen to anybody." He added. John stood and excused himself from Esme, "i'll dance with you. Come on," he took his sister's hand and pulled her away.