Miss Phoebe, Don't Break My Heart

The girl entered the cake shop on the popular street corner with a hurried look, her face half-covered by the large sunglasses still could not hide her beautiful and graceful lines. The green skirt moves with each step, and the slim body, and small waist make the girl look very fragile. The waitress quickly greeted her with a recipe smile with the usual question: "Welcome to Tasa, what would you like to have?" Rosemary stooped to examine each cake displayed in a shiny glass cabinet, then pointed to one of them: "Use this for me." The staff's movements were very skillful, and soon the carefully wrapped paper box was delivered to Rosemary. This is the shop's last tiramisu, which is also the most famous one here. Every day, the bakery produces exactly one hundred cakes, without special exceptions, if all are sold, customers can only wait until the next day. Looking at the beautifully packaged box in her hand, Rosemary couldn't help but smile happily. Who said her sister liked this cake the most, and who would have thought that she would be lucky enough to buy the last cake of the day. Rosemary swiped her payment card rather than paying cash, now she even has to go to the florist to pick flowers. A bouquet of gentle lavender flowers will surely make her sister happy, her personality is so sweet, and the items she likes are also soft and lovely. Just as Rosemary was about to turn around to leave, a guy burst into the store, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He asked the clerk in an urgent voice: "Excuse me, is the tiramisu still available?" The salesman shook his head and extended his hand to Rosemary: "No, the last one has been bought by this lady." His eyes met with Rosemary's, the man collected his gasp, adjusted his expression, and walked over to Rosemary. The outstretched hand shows goodwill, even the tone is very gentle: "Hello, I know I am very rude, but can you give me this cake? That's very nice. Important to me, ma'am." Rosemary looked at the box of cake she was holding and then looked up at the man in front of her, she didn't know why buying this cake was so special to him but he didn't seem to be lying. Compared to bringing cake to her sister, perhaps helping someone would make her happier, her sister is an honest child after all. Thinking so, Rosemary immediately handed the box to him, smiled slightly, and replied, "If it's so essential to you, take it, I don't mind." The man smiled happily and offered to give her back the money for the cake, but Rosemary was in a hurry, and it was not a big deal, so the girl politely refused. Rosemary pushed open the door and stepped out, truly driving away before the grateful eyes of that man. After checking that the cake inside was exactly what he was looking for, the man breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he was so busy today made him forget the advice that his assistant Phuong entrusted, he must come to this cake shop early to buy the right cake of the type Trinh ordered. Today is a special day again, if the other girl is not kind, maybe tomorrow he won't need to work at the company anymore. The man secretly felt lucky and quickly returned to the group, personally handing over the cake box to the assistant Ame. … The Jaguar XJ car glided smoothly into the parking lot of Phelim family park, although it is not wide open, it is still open every day to welcome a certain number of guests to visit. Rosemary gently left the car, not forgetting to bring a bunch of light purple flowers wrapped in delicate white wrapping paper. The heel of the girl's shoes taps the slippery marble floor. The two sides of the road are planted with many weird flowers that sometimes people have to spend a lot of money to admire. Yet in this park, those things are just small things to decorate the landscape here. To maintain the freshness and splendor of the garden, perhaps its owner had to spend a large amount of money dedicated to taking care of them. But it seems that the Phelim family brothers do not care about that, as long as the little sister is happy, telling them to pick stars from the sky for her is fine. At the end of the flat marble, the road is a tomb made of rare white stone, the girl in the photo is still as beautiful as in the beginning, forever keeping her cheerful smile at the age of eighteen. The girl wears a pure white dress, shyly keeps her long hair blown by the wind, in her left-hand holds a bouquet of purple lavender in her lap. That girl was her sister, Phoebe. Rosemary took off her large sunglasses to reveal an identical face to the girl in the picture on the grave, but Phoebe will still keep her innocence at the most beautiful moment of her life while Rosemary has the maturity over the years. The tips of her slender fingers touched her sister's smile, and a sense of familiarity welled up in Rosemary's heart. She took a deep breath to stop the tears from falling, placed the bouquet next to the headstone, and said, "Hi, Phoebe." The first greeting for the twin sister, whom she never knew existed, was a message through the cold grave proving that the other girl was dead. The things Rosemary learned about her sister's hobbies, all in emotionless words on the documents she received from the detective. If it weren't for her father's sudden death in a car accident, she would never have known she still had a sister. But when Rosemary learned of Phoebe's existence, it was too late, between she and her sister was forever separated by death. Rosemary quickly wiped a tear from her left cheek and put on her sunglasses, touching Phoebe's picture again before she moved to leave. The sun is beautiful today, illuminating the hill where Phoebe rests tenderly. Like that innocent little girl, everything associated with Phoebe inherits her sweetness and becomes extremely beautiful. At the end of the diamond path, Rosemary suddenly encountered two handsome men walking in the opposite direction to her. Just seeing their faces made her bow her head and void it. Her steps became more hurried. They didn't notice each other at first, but a weird wind blew and the familiar scent of Rosemary's body reached the two of them, causing them to turn their heads at the same time. The figure looked like someone in their subconscious, if it weren't for their quick reason to break the illusion, they would probably have reached out to hold her. Samson was the first to wake up, he elbowed his lost twin brother next to him and said: "Let's go, don't keep Phoebe waiting for long." Anatole was pulled back to reality by his brother, regained his sight of the distant figure, and continued straight up the hill.