Jane had given herself a week. She didn't avoid Red, no, she was by his side every day. Except whenever a certain subject possibly came up, she skirted about and brought on an entirely new topic. She didn't think herself ready, until then.
During the week she had dropped little hints of what she wanted, of her wanting to properly make things a hundred percent between them, to shower her love with, well, love. So she devised a plan of sort.
She arrived at her second home at dusk, wearing something almost out of character. A pretty blue summer dress with a side braid. Now it's time to (easily) find the redhead in question.
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