Marian hummed, running a brush through her long brown hair as she saw the pink fluttering across her cheeks in her reflection. Her friend, Korin, sat on the bed watching her curiously. She noticed the strange look on her friend’s face, and instantly knew something was up.
“Marian,” Korin said, calling attention to her friend. Marian seemed a little out of it to really be paying full attention to her. Korin looked down to study her hands. “Where were you yesterday? I called your cell like, dozens of times but you never picked up.” Marian froze, her brush stilling midway through her hair. The daughter of England’s don turned slowly, setting her brush back on the vanity.
“Oh. I, um, kind of went out yesterday and forgot to bring it with me.” Marian admitted. It really was the truth, just not the whole truth. But Korin was smarter than that, and definitely a lot nosier.
“Where’d you go? I was so bored at home yesterday.” The girl complained, flipping her hair back and messing with her make-up in an effort to seem nonchalant. Marian copied her tactic, turning back to her vanity to start brushing her hair again. Needless to say, Korin was definitely the stealthier of the two.
“Just… out.” Marian said, biting her bottom lip. Korin glanced at her from the corner of her eye.
“Seems boring.” Korin sighed, taking out her lip-gloss and applying a thick layer. Marian’s eyes shifted nervously. She abruptly stood up, unable to keep a secret from her best friend.
“I met Robin!”
Korin gasped, her lip-gloss stilling. Her eyes began to sparkle, and she stood up waving the stick of gloss around. “You mean your first love?” Marian nodded, a smile spreading dreamily over her lips. Korin squealed, dropping everything in her hand and rushing forward to hug Marian. “Oh my gosh, Marian!” She exclaimed, pulling back to stare seriously at her best friend. “Did you get his number? Where does he live? Did he ask you to marry him!?”
Marian laughed, fully expecting Korin to react like she did. The princess of the mafia blushed, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers. “Don’t jump ahead, Kor’. I doubt he even remembers me from so long ago…” Marian admitted, her eyes flickering down. Korin stepped back, knowing she hit a delicate subject.
“Oh.” Korin’s eyes tightened in determination, and she grabbed Marian’s arms. “Well even if he doesn’t remember, we’ll just make him fall for you all over again!” Marian was about to mention that she didn’t even know if Robin liked her so many years ago, but Korin thrust her in front of her vanity table and grabbed every cosmetic Marian owned.
“Korin!” Marian shrieked, laughing between syllables. Her friend’s hands were trying to still her head from moving in order to apply a coat of lip-gloss. It wasn’t long before the two girls were having a giggle-fest, make-up strewn all over Marian’s nice floor.
But outside of Marian’s room was her uncle John, his fists clenched tightly.
“Robin of Nottingham, huh?” John snarled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “I won’t allow it; never.” Pressing the speed dial, he pressed the phone to his ear and stalked off. “Sheriff. Arrange a shooting competition.” John barked into the phone. A wicked smile spread over his face. “Winner marries Marian.”
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