Flora had always taken her responsibility as the heir to the Carrow family seriously, but it was a heavy weight to her. Always being in the public eye and knowing that she had an image to maintain that didn’t quite fit was draining, especially at day long events like the Midsummer Celebration. She’d lasted as long as she could before she needed to take a break. She wandered the extensive grounds of the Flint estate until she came to a gentle stream far from any whispering gazes. Once there, she slipped off her shoes and pinned the loose curls Mitsy had styled with such care into an inelegant pile on the top of her head. Careful to keep her skirt from getting wet, she stepped into the stream and let the water rush over feet. When she heard someone approaching, she looked over her shoulder to see who it was.
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