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They don’t deserve you.
Perhaps her mother was correct in that assumption. It was not her place to say.
A respectable woman must have a respectable job and Mary would not disappoint. She would start her life the way she wanted.
Packing her bags, she filled it with every possible item she may need. Her mother thought it unnecessary; it was being cautious. Mary would not be caught unawares. Her nature would not allow it.
So, she left her home, bag in hand, silver buttons fastened, and her umbrella tucked under her arm. The breeze tickled across the wisp of curls that were too short for her bun, swirling round her body and rustling the hem of her skirt.
One. Two. Three.
She inhaled sharply and deeply, exhaling the same air slowly through her lips.
Her life, her career, would happen the way she wanted. Mary Poppins would have no less.
With such a thought, she unfurled her umbrella, feeling her body lift until even the tips of her toes had left the pavement.
She soared. In every aspect.