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was only steering the boat.” Edwards hat was about to lift in the sky when Venus caught it right off his head.
    “Oh, only ... .” Inside the carriage Edward asked Venus. “ … I was wondering, Venus would you accept my invitation to my sister's wedding on the 28th.”
    “I would be delighted.” She replied.
    “Only this time I'm afraid there won't be any souls for supper.” The cheerful climate continued till the end of the ride. Venus wished good bye to her friend as her carriage made its way down the stone pebbled road.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C hapter Eight
    Days past, the wedding approached. After their classes Venus cordially made her way back to her hotel. This was a particularly chilly afternoon. Edward again ran after Venus and handed her an official invitation to his sister's wedding. The envelope had her name inscribed in a beautiful calligraphy. As leaving Venus Edward said “I truly hope you'll be there.” He tilted his head and ran off.
    Venus continued to walk down her usual path. This time she spotted a beautiful cloth exposed in the front window of a boutique. It inspired her, thus she rushed in elegantly and explained to the tailor what she wanted. The whole work shop came to life, scissors snipping away, needles threading, not too long after her starlight gown began to form. After paying the shop keeper she opened the door, as stepping outside a strong breeze blew her hat off her head, the wind lead her to a gloomy cemetery. Holding her hat firmly in her hand she was about to turn around when suddenly the air seemed to have dropped instantly multitudes below the freezing point. The Angel statue began to crumble, a female voice slithered in Venus's ears. “Your time is ticking, the path you seek will be revealed in Transylvania.” It then disappeared into silence leaving Venus alone exclaiming her old lovers name at the tip on her lips “Dracula!”
    The wedding day arrived; all were gathered in a grey stone church where the ceremony proceeded. Victoria walked down the alley with a deadening expression invading her face, though it was hidden by a veil her misery resonated loudly within the walls of the stone building. And when came the moment to say “I do!” Every eye observed the poor rich girls every move waiting to see her fail. Her nightmare came to life, she was be wedded.
    At the reception marvellous music calmed the atmosphere. Everyone with their champagne flutes gave a toast to the newly wed. Juliet went to greet Venus asking her “Do you like weddings Miss Venus?”
    “I ce rtainly went to many of them.” r eplied Venus standing tall with the posture of a prima ballerina.
    “I find th em rather boring, and tiring.” s aid the little girl with a yawn, adding “I wanted to tell you, that your dress is breath taking. My mommies dress smelt horribly, and I had to sit beside her throughout the whole ceremony.” She then sniffed Venus and smiled stating “You smell like roses, that's ironic, Edward got you a bouquet of lovely red roses. Oh no, don't tell him that I told you, it was meant to be a surprise.”
    “Don't worry Jul iet; it's between you and Me.” s aid Venus in a reassuring voice.
    “And he's giving them tonight before you leave under the shinning full moon, how romantic!” Gasped Juliet all excited. Looking left and right she spotted “The cake.”
    “Is that boring?” a sked Venus.
    “Are you joking I love weddings. Race you there.”
    “I'm afraid that running is not quite becoming, especially at my age.”
    “Alright then, just don't tell!” Juliet raced towards the lovely towering patisserie at a gay rhythm.
    “Tell what?” Asked Edward pondering what his sibling might have spoken of.
    “Nothing.” g lared brightly Venus with a smile.
    “Sh e told you about the flowers?” a sked Edward.
    “How did you guess?”
    “When say something to Juliet, it's a matter of seconds before the words