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Veronica sat on the beach, enjoying the sun beaming down on her. She watched as people passed, enjoying their own time in the sun. She could tell, just by looking at these people, that they all wanted something. There was one young girl she caught eyeing a young man who was with another woman. Then there was the larger, balding gentleman who was looking himself over. She knew, and she could make deals with these people, if she felt like it.

Good thing she felt like it. She just wasn't sure who she'd be willing to make a deal with. There were so many prospects, and only so much of her mother's magic to go around. 

Veronica kept her eyes moving, looking for the perfect 'unfortunate soul'; as her mother would call them. She was almost about to give up, when she spotted a particularly interesting sight. This particular person was younger than herself, and seemed to be just the right person to make a deal with.

Millie had spent most of her morning in her room, preparing for the garden party her mother had set up. The brunette was just happy to not have a lesson that day. 

It was nearing midday when Millie left her room, and headed down to the garden. Her mother had spent a lot of time in there with the gardeners, making sure every detail was perfect. 

The night was quiet, as almost everyone who resided in the manor were asleep. The exception to that, was Millie. She sat on the roof, having climbed up from her bedroom window.

The sky was clear, and all the stars could be seen without any trouble. This made the brunette happy. She'd once explained to Chance that the stars reminded her of diamonds, glittering in a dark ocean. Now she sat, staring up at the sky, trying her best to find all the constellations she knew.

Millicent stared out of the window, while her governess rambled on about some unexciting thing from a book. The brunette's attention was seldom on her studies, but almost always on the world outside and the adventures that she could have if only she were out there. 

Looking forward for a moment, Millie saw that her governess' back was turned. She was still talking, but now she was writing something on the small chalkboard. Millicent took this as an opportunity to escape. As quietly as she could manage, Millie left her classroom, and headed for the front door of her home.

Happy to be out of the confines of the classroom, Millie ventured out into the forest near her parent's home, where she knew of a meadow full of flowers. She liked to visit it when she could, and sit among the daffodils and daisies.