Koran-David

“We were both only girls when we made that promise, Annie. Such a shame though still. I would have liked our children to have married.” Belladonna, a mother of a single son, alongside her lifelong friend Annabelle, another mother of a single son, stood reminiscing on days past. Days involving the childish innocence of being a young girl, hardly a lady, meeting other girls her age who had all been enchanted by the notion of growing up fast. All wanted to live in the lavish manors their families owned by themselves, servants waiting on them, children in the nursery, and husbands doing what busy men did in a busy man’s world.