The winter that had been giving hints of its arrival for days had finally arrived. This time it is a very cold one. Eleanore was wishing to God, to not let it snow yet. For then she might have to rush back in to grab a winter coat, she had forgotten to wear.
The sky had lost its color and the tint in the atmosphere had turned blue. It looked beautiful. The atmosphere, the air and the chillness she was feeling in her body. Winter has, after all, always been her favourite weather.
Today, Eleanore was eagerly waiting at her gate, in a thick shawl, converting her whole body. She was there to welcome the most awaited guest of hers. The day they returned from the Baroness Dress Making Shop, she had sent out a letter to her dear Friend.
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Dear My Best Friend,
Stella.