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The Marigold Scripture Part 2
Jumpstart July — Day 10
Mrs Devlin watched from behind the counter as Mara stood up suddenly, looking angry.
Mara looked down at Antonio, disgusted with what she assumed was him trying to reconcile after leaving her at the altar. Nothing, nothing could make her forget the pain and humiliation she suffered. She hadn’t heard from him since the day before the wedding. His friends had tried to say he was just in shock, it was just a moment of panic. Said he would be back in her arms in no time, after realising what an idiot he had been.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and Mara grew colder. She had despaired and eventually couldn’t take the pain of staying in the city any longer, around people who had watched as she had been left alone and couldn’t do anything but sympathise and treat her as though she were fragile and would break down at any moment.
So she had packed a couple of things, found a cottage in a beautiful and remote village on the coast and left. The only reminder she took was the wedding dress, which she had slashed with scissors to the point it was in tatters, a reminder of what had happened to her life. Tatters. All of it. All her dreams, her plans of a family with Antonio…gone.
She grew angry that he was here. That he thought he could act as though he had only been away…
