"Not at all." Primrose answered without hesitation, "You have been nothing but an open book since day one. I've seen everything about you in your eyes but you never came off as selfish to me."
Maybe once or twice on a couple of occasions but surely it wasn't as bad as he makes it seem. Primrose definitely was not going to say that though.
"Let me tell you about the curse that's been holding us still for generations." He started, a faraway look in his eyes.
"A curse?"
"Yes. You have to know about the curse in order to understand why my mother died and what significance it holds in our lives for now." He said.
The curse. Of course Primrose knew about it. It was the damned handwriting which she remembered first and then the content in it.
"Many years ago the dark creatures started to create havoc a……
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