The One That Got Away

The Return

Tom was frightened by what he had read in the letter. He could only hope that he could get to Freya before she did.

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Freya was walking around muggle New York with Candace. The pair were taking a day off in search of a wedding dress.

"Off the shoulder?" Asked Freya.

"I kinda want it to be classy." Said Candace.

"Oh?" Said Freya. Candace hit her arm lightly.

"Come on, there's a first time for everything." Said Candace.

"Yeah, like our first day off in I don't know how long?" She Said.

"What about this dress, it was like that one we saw in the movie!" Said Candace.

"We never did try to find it after we watched the movie." Said Freya.

"Well, you were swept off your feet I didn't want to disrupt you." Said Candace, "I mean I did NOT want to co-" 
Freya interrupted her.

"I get it, Candy." Said Freya.

"I still remember the first time I got a down there picture from Olly." Said Candace, almost wistfully.

"I know, you showed it to me." Said Freya as though the experience had scarred her. "I couldn't look at him the same way." She looked as though she could barf.

"Are you sure you're not lesbian?" Asked Candace.

"Don't get me wrong, the male anatomy disgusts me. But, I don't have to look at it." Freya Said, blushing slightly.

"But I mean Olly is a work of art!" Said Candace.

"I get it. I like this dress." Said Freya, quickly changing the topic. "The right combination of classy and promiscuous. I think it would suit you."

"Really? Well, we'll put it on hold then come back with Elise and Maria, so my whole bridal party can approve."

"Would you rather go to London or Paris next for our little shopping spree?" Asked Freya.

"Paris! Oh, and we should check on the office there." Said Candace,

"Right, we should look at their knew fashion lines and that the scholarships are being given to people who actually need them." Said Freya. "Then we should check on sales. Oh, and on conduct in the work place. That should be our top priority a safe workplace environme-"

"You see, that was a trap, this It our day off. We should enjoy it." Said Candace. "We'll look at it tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"I kinda want to get lunch here." Said Freya.

"I know a place, Come on." Said Candace.

They walked along a few streets until they reached a shop called 'Brooklyn Bakery'

"Olly took me here on our second date. They have the best grilled cheese." Said Candace.

"At a bakery?" Asked Freya.

"Surprising, I know." Said Candace.

They walked in. It was a smaller bakery, and was unlike the large pastry shops with desserts containing gold, that Freya had grown accustomed to in her recent life. It was more like the smaller Bakeries that she visited when she lived in the foster homes and rooftops of Paris when she collected enough change to buy something for herself. It was cozy, with black and white pictures on the wall of people eating and drinking. And review of the bakery was posted on the wall, next to their diplomas from culinary school. There were four small tables, each with two chairs. And the counter had a display of a beautiful vanilla cake.
There was a man and a young woman working there. They had the same chocolate brown hair, and freckled skin.