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Chapter 7

Aleesha was passing the local cemetery on her way home when her attention was caught by a tall dark figure standing in front of a white gravestone. She watched him, fascinated. As if sensing her gaze, the figure turned slowly and looked at her. He raised a black gloved hand and beckoned her to him. Almost in a trance, Aleysha automatically headed towards him. he removed his black leather glove and held out his hand.

"John Stockton at your service".

She took his hand. "Aleesha Haemon".

"Pleased to meet you."

For a moment she gazed into his dark brown eyes, still holding his hand. Then he broke the handshake and turned away. Taking this as her cue to leave, Aleesha turned and walked off, feeling a little strange.

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Cecilia found a white envelope with her name printed on it in black block capitals on her doormat when she opened her front door. She opened the envelope to find a folded note. She unfolded it and read it.

How odd, she thought. Shrugging, she folded the note and replaced it in the envelope, which she pocketed.

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Alfred went to put out the rubbish when he saw Roxanne sitting on a bench outside, crying. Concerned, he invited her in and sat beside her on the sofa.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked.

"I've been such an idiot". She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief. "I started this, well I flirted with a married man. He backed out before anything hppened and I didn't even like him, not like that. I was just feeling low and now I've been rejected by a guy I don't even like."

"Hey Roxy, come here". Alfred gave her a hug. "Hey don't be downcast". He dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief. "You got rejected by a married man. So what? There are plenty of other nice single guys around. You'll find someone eventually."

"Will I?"

"Of course. I mean look at you. You're young, you're beautiful, you have a great job, okay granted some days may be lousy but generally it's a worthwhile job that makes a difference. And you've got me. Say Cinderella, I will be your prince charming and you will go to the ball."

Roxy laughed weakly and accepted Alfred's hug. "I love you Alfred. You are always on my side."

As she rested her head on Alfred's chest, a burst of realisation came over her that perhaps the man she was looking for had been under her nose the whole time.

The End

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