/1/110901/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef824f8e74525d02a808de96a1088564&imageMogr2/format/webp)
“I can’t wait for the day of the party to arrive... I need to sew a new dress!”
Lucinda says, bouncing happily as she twirls around holding the hem of her skirt, imagining the dress she would make.
“Stop chattering and get back to stirring that spoon. We don’t want to burn the candy!”
Catiline replied, focusing on stirring the wood to increase the flames of the fire.
Her face was full of charcoal stains. Each time she tries to clean with her hands, it gets even more dirty, you could see how focused the young woman was. She frowns, checking closely if she had put enough wood.
“You’ll never find a husband, not in your way!”
Lucinda says, picking up the spoon she had left aside and slowly stirring the pot again. She looks at her sister with a bold smile on her lips and continues.
“You know! You’re already old enough to get married... I’m sure we’ll find beautiful rich suitors at the party. Maybe we’ll marry some merchant, or better, someone from the army... God, it would be splendid, sister!”
Lucinda happily talks, while her sister looks serious.
Cateline thinks it's hard to find a man who is not injured or crazy from the war.
Lucinda is ambitious and wants more than just marriage.
Cateline sighed, and picked up another spoon nearby and went to the pot to assist her sister, who was lost in her thoughts and had almost stopped stirring the candy..
“You know we’re not going to the party, right?! We will stay at the entrance, selling sweets, or have you forgotten, sister?”
Cateline says a little disappointed at her sister. She knows how much Lucinda wanted to go.
“I know, but what if we sell everything? Who knows? Even if it’s at the end of the party... What do you think?”
Lucinda answers with a sad expression on her face that soon goes away. She focuses on the candy thoughtfully.
“That’s it! Let’s sell all the candy before the party!”
She smiles again, bringing cheer to the place.
Cateline gives a smile, looking at her sister. She knew how lively the young girl was and never gave up.
“Look, I don’t mind just selling the sweets, you can go to the party...”
When Cateline says this, Lucinda turns to her and replies.
“No way I’m leaving you alone! No way... We’ll sell everything together, and if some thief or whatever, a pervert, comes, I will not leave you alone selling the sweets, never sister.”
Lucinda was always responsible, just like everyone else in the family. She cared for everyone’s safety and health always first. With all those wars and disasters going on, the family needed to stick together more and more.
“Right... So let’s sell all these sweets...”
Cateline says, confident in what she had just said. She smiled at her sister sincerely.
The two wrapped the sweets in banana leaves and corn, which smelled delicious. They only had a few jams left to make. Despite the hard work, the young women would soon reap the rewards..
All income from the property depended on their recipes and items produced by them. The party in the village would be a great opportunity to earn extra money, so the girls were working hard to produce as much as possible for such an event.
Two days pass and the time for the long-awaited party had arrived. Lucinda was excitedly packing the small cart, putting everything they needed to take to sell. She hums softly, smiling.
She wears the dress she said she had made especially for that day. It was a green dress, made with fabrics she bought with her savings when she went to the village.
Lucinda was always very beautiful. Her dark blond hair and greenish eyes were striking, as was her body. She was very short. This always attracted men.
/0/48661/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4c8de9bbba7d8c25f969b83b1dd35b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/40279/coverorgin.jpg?v=d93162f76ca45f6e46c7140138df4d15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/47455/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d6e59214a385c579afd6aa74a243f07&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/38947/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d9b6c01772bc928f3dd1de9eb96792f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/25800/coverorgin.jpg?v=65045366c3e52e5ded4f35c4f476717b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/25627/coverorgin.jpg?v=d39a1717c77da188385185ebaa7dea1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/46909/coverorgin.jpg?v=22aa5fc761a00ea7e61833f1de26d30c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/39669/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b0a0cce9b758714ec4f60a711fc2794&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/108793/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8d0c95f2eca8b11563a14a84246f6cc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/28301/coverorgin.jpg?v=033846f1080fbb6b47ccb39efe9f202a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/52285/coverorgin.jpg?v=253649c84925d2550c091d99e9b837c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/69925/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3ca3d90c630e063be78d80e8795a96d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/70845/coverorgin.jpg?v=7939bb836ed23d4b21c6367f75ca78bc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/19543/coverorgin.jpg?v=924a9dc689192fec5f783d14d75ebc72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/52360/coverorgin.jpg?v=49d6b018cbcd2dd074b3fe27e8c86f23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/63815/coverorgin.jpg?v=115d3b0af90b2b912c46747f6c69bb33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/59710/coverorgin.jpg?v=116fb07c4b4ded83748d8e871e4063e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/59185/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9d6ee23c3f853ae7ef39811c7120134&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/51546/coverorgin.jpg?v=2df6d2f4711b1c3a5aa87c39f7ac381a&imageMogr2/format/webp)