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[brooke marie sawyer]

I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Brooke had just finished a lunch meeting with her distributors. It didn’t take long as they were just renegotiating and renewing contracts. Not much was changing but a slight inflation in some prices which had to be settled between them. Brooke did well with her store either way; she only allowed a select few couture pieces to come to her store and only after February when girls were shopping for prom dresses and wedding season around the corner. After July, she marked them down and didn’t order anymore unless someone placed a special order themselves. She also wanted to add a maternity and baby section, which required an expansion of the store. Now she just had to work out the contracting of that.

Now that they were gone, she could order something real to eat then just this frivolous salad; Brooke always made sure not to scarf down in a business meeting. After placing an order for some grilled chicken, steamed vegetables and seasoned rice, Brooke leaned back in her chair and surveyed the streets from her outdoor table.

In the past two years, she had opened her own store and leased a house. Her business was doing well enough to where she didn’t feel like pulling out her hair. But with being an entrepreneur, she hadn’t had much time in visiting all her favorite nooks. Like the lake and that little clearing in the woods which she had dubbed “Brooke’s Castle” and her grandparent’s farm. Brooke and her family had to figure out what to do with the old home grounds; Brooke herself tossed the idea of restoring it and living in it herself. But it was an awfully big house with four bedrooms and she knew that the loneliness would just reflect back around her. It was hard enough going to the two bedroom she rented, using the spare for an office when someone requested a piece for her to design, such as a wedding gown or custom dress. Mostly though, it was hard for her because she only remembered that she was a lonely twenty-two year old woman who hadn’t loved anyone since high school.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she sighed. Brooke was happy with her life but she knew living here just reflected why she ran away from home-because of a boy-and that she could never go back. But Elizabeth’s Hollow was perfect for her; a town where she could forget and just relive the days when she was happier.

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tagged;; anyone
word count;; four-hundred twenty
outfit;; new metting uniform
notes;; a small town girl
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