Rita looked out the window, she was a shadow of herself. Outside her window was a Neem tree with green leaves that scattered into her room whenever the wind blew. Her blue eyes were sunken; she had been crying all night.
Dave had left her. With a three-month-old baby and a disease that was going to claim her life eventually. She shook her head and looked down at her pale fingers.
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“What do you think?” Angel, her younger sister who had come to spend the holiday with her ran in saying. She was holding up a blue shimmering dress. “It's the color of your eyes; you should wear it to the ball tonight.”
Rita shook her head and turned to the window again. “I doubt the villagers will approve of me now that I have no husband.”
“Don't talk like that sis,” Angel said with sadness in her eyes. “Nobody will come to know you and not love you.”
Rita nodded and heaved a big sigh, hoping that her sister's words were true.