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HelpRe: Violetta's Game of Life - Round 4
in reply to a message by Violetta
Rose:
DH: Christopher Damien Sinclair
DW: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
DD: Sophia Grace, "Rosie"
Bird: Snowy (Sparrow)
Rosie is living up to her nn in more then one way, not only does still look like a tiny me as soon as she started walking-which she did earlier then normal-she was off and running. Now her cheeks are always rosy as she runs around doing all sorts of things. She doesn't chatter all the time but she asks millions of questions about everything. Christopher loves her curiousity and always has the time to sit down and explain things to her. I love to stand in the doorway to the study and find Christopher holding Rosie and explaining why the flowers grow and how the seeds get there and why the sun is so bright.
Rosie is the reason we have a bird right now. I was working in the garden when Rosie came running up to me with a bird in her hand. It was a tiny sparrow with a broken leg. The sparrow mustn't have been very old, barely out of the nest I'd say. Rosie wanted to keep it, I wasn't too sure about that but I said we'd wait until CHristopher got home. A few hours later when he got home he and Rosie used two metal headless nails and scotch tape to set the tiny bony then they wrapped small strips of duct tape around that. Rosie proclaimed she wanted to keep Snowy which was what she'd dubbed him and Christopher looked rather helplessly at me before telling her she could. It is obviously a good thing Rosie doesn't ask for much otherwise she would be spoiled rotten.
Also ever since Rosie was born I knew there was no way I could ever leave her at a day care center while I went off to work so when I explained that to me boss at the Community College I worked at he said there was an alternative if I wanted it. I could teach over the internet. I jumped on that, though I am only teaching one class a semester and I make sure that all the students have my e-mail address so that if they are having problems and want my help I can run down to the college and answer any questions they might have.
From pervious rounds
My name is Rosabella Naomi Harrison, I was born in Sedona, AZ and raised in Andorra La Vella, Andorra. You have probably never heard of Andorra, it is a small country between Spain and France, small as in only about 2.5 times the size of Washington DC. My parents were missionaries and we spent six years there. My parent's spoke mainly English at home, Catalan and Spanish the rest of the time, so I grow up speaking many languages.
And I found that I loved it. I loved being able to speak more then one language and vowed one day to be an ambassador, however as I am now a language professor it is clear that dream didn't come true, instead I am teaching which I also love. While in Andorra my family and I lived off of almost nothing, as I grow up in that environment it was rather shocking coming to the United States for the rest time. I was of course an American citizen as both of my parents were. After coming to the US I was surprised to learn that my parents were actually rich people. Wealthy enough to afford a nice big house and all the luxuries they hadn't been able to give me in Andorra they gave me then. When I got enrolled in school I was extremely wary as I had been in the US only a few weeks and I wasn't yet accustomed to the changes. Although I never enjoyed school (though I did enjoy learning), I was glad I went because it helped me to become familiar with how people acted in the US. I learned that my quiet, still nature often disturbed those around me. As a result I was mocked and bullied a lot. The mocking and bullying didn't really bother me though as I easily ignored the mockers and could beat up any bully you thought that because I was small and a girl I couldn't stand up to him. The bullying quickly stopped though the mocking continued. I quickly learned that my upbringing in Andorra was vastly different then the upbringing many of my classmates had, but I was happy that I was the way I was much more then I wished to fit in. I tried skipping a grade as I already knew the materiel taught but they wouldn't allow me too so I started college at the same time as everyone else. After four and a half years I had my language degree. Afterwards since my parents offered to pay for me to take a year vacation, the popular thing among graduating students at the time, I agreed taking a long trip to tour France. Unfortunately Though I had taken all the French speaking classes the French I spoke was slightly different then what many French people spoke. During that magical year I had a lot of fun and I meet Christopher. Dark brown haired, gray eyed Christopher quite swept me off me feet. It was one of those super embarrassing first encounters. I had been walking away from a cute little cafe that I visited often when I suddenly realized that I didn't have my purse. I swirled around and ran into him. he was quite unfortunately carrying a cup of coffee that he had probably just bought at that cafe, which spilled all over both of us. I was so embarrassed I could just die. I quickly apologized and offered to pay for the clothes, only to realize I had reverted to English in my harried state and quickly repeated it all in French finally getting the nerve to look up into his eyes. Quite to my surprise I found them sparkling with amusement, not the mocking kind but honest humor. He grinned and asked if we couldn't talk about repairing the damages to our clothes over a cup of coffee. And we did. I spent most of the rest of my vacation with him, both of us knowing we were enjoying borrowed time. When it was time for me to leave I couldn't work up the nerve to go face him and tell him I was leaving for fear of begging him to give me a reason to stay. Instead I quickly boarded my plane bound for the US. Though I was happy to be back, I was immeasurably. There was no way I could love anyone as much I did Christopher. Though many would have said it was puppy love, a crush or immature love Christopher was often on my mind during the next few years. As a professor I had didn't have too much free time but every two years we got a paid vacation (they called it a sabbatical) to spend soon time writing a book. Why exactly they wanted us to do that I didn't know but I went back to France. Partly, I'll admit because I hoped to see. Christopher, although I knew that chance was slim and even slimmer was the chance that he would be happy to see me. So instead I convinced myself that all I wanted was to do was to go visit the country I loved. I went and stay at much the same place I did before, and visited that little coffee shop where we'd meet. I was surprised when the owner recognized me immediately and told me all about how Christopher had come in there looking for me and demanding to see me. She said he was quite furious that I hadn't told him I was leaving. I enjoyed my visit and managed to finish a book, all the while wishing and hoping Christopher would can find me. And he did. I was sitting in the little cafe eating breakfast, rain pouring down outside. I loved the rain and I was in quite a good mood humming to the song playing softly over the speakers. The door opened and a cold brisk wind blow in along with a huge trench coat covered man. I looked up and found myself pinned by two fierce gray eyes. "Why did you tell me you were leaving?"
I carefully set down my fork before I dropped it and tried to subdue the quiver that ran through me in the face of the furious smoldering eyes, though I knew deep down that he wouldn't ever hurt me. On purpose that is.
"You knew I was leaving." I answered as steadily as I could as he sat down across from me without so much as a by-your-leave.
"I didn't know when, didn't know where you lived or how to contact you." His gray eyes snapped reproachfully at me and I fought down my instincts to throw myself in his arms and thank him for finding me.
"I didn't think you wanted it, you never expressed an interest before I left." My reasoning was sound, but the way Christopher's gaze said it wasn't.
"I didn't want to think about the time when we would be separated. Neither did you. We never spoke of it after you told me and I didn't want to have to deal with it before I had to." Christopher's eyes ran over me.
"Are you married?"
His abrupt question startled me into blurting, "No, of course not, I never..." wanted anyone but you. I stopped before I finished but I had a feeling that he knew what I had been about to say and fierce possessiveness filled his face.
"Good, get up. You are coming with me."
"What... I am? Chris!" Christopher was tugging me out of my booth having already fished out some bills that probably covered my meal five times over.
"Chris, where are we going." I asked breathlessly.
"We are going to go get married before you get another hare-brained idea to go off and disappear." His face darkened as he thought of her running away without telling him. "Yes, you definitely need a keeper and I am the only man for the job."
"But Chris, my parents, there still in the US. I can't get married without them." I told him breathlessly.
"Yes, you can. We can get married here in a judge's chambers and have a huge wedding when we get to the US. I am not going to wait that long."
"Hey, you haven't even asked me! For all you know I could be engaged, almost married, betrothed...."
His eyes narrowed, "Are you?"
"Well.... No." I admitted.
"Then, Rose... Rosabella will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
He raised an eyebrow as though to say, I know that so why did I have to waste time proposing? But I just beamed at him and his lips lifted in a smile of bemusement and indulgence. "Will you marry me now?"
I grinned up at him, which appeared to be an answer enough to him if the way he quickly ushered me out to his waiting car. As soon as we were in he said, in French, "Roberts, Judge Winston's office please."
"Of course, sir,"
Christopher then turned his eyes back to me and sighed. "I wish this were simple but I fear it won't be, Rose. I cannot live in the US, as the CEO of Erickson Electronics I need to be here. and there are other matters..."
I put my finger to his lips, shushing him, "I know, I thought about all the problems we might have had over the years if I had told you and stayed when we first met and convinced myself it wouldn't have worked... but I was kidding myself, I knew had I been able to change what I had done I would have knowing I wouldn't be able to live in the US. Knowing a little country pumpkin like me would be dreadfully out of place at your fancy business dinners but I won't care so long as I am married to you.... I love you Christopher."
A grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled at me, "And I love you Rosabella, oh I do love you."
So Christopher and I got married in a judges chambers both soaking wet and cold. And when I did actually get me big wedding ceremony it was in Paris as I reasoned that only my parents were in the US and all of his family and friends were here. My wedding dress was gorgeous and the wedding was beautiful, not to mention that Christopher looked stunning in his tux. I couldn't helped but feel a like nervous which Christopher noticed immediately and as soon as my father gave me away he took hold of my hand and squeezed it gently reassuringly and I couldn't help but grin. Since I had living in his parents huge house ever since we got married I had grown to know them quite well and was very comfortable around them though I had been extremely nervous to meet them the first time, after all I had just married their son and not even met them yet. However all Christopher said was 'this is Rosabella', and his mother took off saying how wonderful it was to meet me, and how many wonderful things she had heard about me. It was about a half an hour before Christopher could get in long enough to say that we were married. His mother to me surprise was joyfully happy instead of upset. And we found that our parents got along great.
I didn't think we needed to get such a big house, it is almost 3000 sq ft! But Christopher said that we wouldn't want to have to move into a new house when we decided to have children. I was kind of shocked, we hadn't spoken much about having children and I sort of assumed that he wouldn't want any because he was so busy with his job. However he assured me that he'd only want about six children maybe seven. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it especially not with him watching me indulgently as though no matter what I asked him for he'd do everything in his power to provide. I told him I wanted to have him to myself for a little while but I would love to have children someday. I was also surprised that he wanted to get our house a good forty minute drive from the city so that instead of seeing all buildings out of my windows I saw trees and a pond. I decided to call our house Adela, which is Spanish for 'Noble'.
Moving in was a big ordeal and his mother, Lily, insisted on helping me decorate it, not that I minded. She and I had similar tastes and soon everything was finished and in place. Not that I always knew where everything's place was and I had to spend many weeks living there before I fully accustomed myself to everything. I as found out that Chris enjoyed making pottery. I was so surprised when he told me I would have laughed except for a niggling feeling that he may not be kidding. He wasn't of course and one thing I love to do is spend a hour or so in the morning watching him mess around with the clay. Not that he messed around with it, he was very good at pottery, at everything he seemed to try. He would concentrate totally on the lump of clay and slowly mold it into something.
Wow, I can't believe I have a daughter. Christopher and I decided to have a child and it wasn't long before I was pregnant, however the closer it got to when the baby was expected the slowly time seemed to travel. It seemed I was never not achy and I couldn't put on my own shoes without incredible contortions. Then there were the nights when I could never sleep because Sophia wanted to play around, kicking and wriggling. Christopher couldn't have been better though. He never complained about having to help me to all the various things I could no longer accomplish on my own and was just an enthusiastic about getting the den/office room ready for it's new occupant. The reason we were using the den instead of an actual bed room was that all the bedrooms save for ours were upstairs and we didn't want Sophia that far away, especially when we would have to get up in the middle of the night to feed or change Sophia.
I feel awesome now that I can finally put on my own shoes again! I can also start wearing my old clothes though they are a bit tighter. And Sophia is absolutely adorable. She has brown hair and brown eyes and she resembles me a lot. Christopher says we should have named her mini-rose which is how she got her nn "Rose" which changed quickly to "Rosie" as "Rose" is what Christopher always calls me. Sophia is extremely curious and always seems to be crawling somewhere so I am already making a list of how many baby gates, and cupboard child locks to get. Sophia is also I very happy child, she hardly ever cries and when she does it either means she is hungry or needs a diaper change. I can already tell that Sophia has Christopher wrapped around her baby finger and probably always will, which is why I think we desperately need to have another child so that she isn't spoiled completely rotten.
Name: Christopher Damien Sinclair
Age: 31
Eye color: Gray/light Blue
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Black
Education: BS in Business Management
Name: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
Age: 26
Eye color: Hazel
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Light Brown
Education: BA in Foreign Language
(misc: Wedding budget - 9, House plan: European house plan 17-2079)
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
DH: Christopher Damien Sinclair
DW: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
DD: Sophia Grace, "Rosie"
Bird: Snowy (Sparrow)
Rosie is living up to her nn in more then one way, not only does still look like a tiny me as soon as she started walking-which she did earlier then normal-she was off and running. Now her cheeks are always rosy as she runs around doing all sorts of things. She doesn't chatter all the time but she asks millions of questions about everything. Christopher loves her curiousity and always has the time to sit down and explain things to her. I love to stand in the doorway to the study and find Christopher holding Rosie and explaining why the flowers grow and how the seeds get there and why the sun is so bright.
Rosie is the reason we have a bird right now. I was working in the garden when Rosie came running up to me with a bird in her hand. It was a tiny sparrow with a broken leg. The sparrow mustn't have been very old, barely out of the nest I'd say. Rosie wanted to keep it, I wasn't too sure about that but I said we'd wait until CHristopher got home. A few hours later when he got home he and Rosie used two metal headless nails and scotch tape to set the tiny bony then they wrapped small strips of duct tape around that. Rosie proclaimed she wanted to keep Snowy which was what she'd dubbed him and Christopher looked rather helplessly at me before telling her she could. It is obviously a good thing Rosie doesn't ask for much otherwise she would be spoiled rotten.
Also ever since Rosie was born I knew there was no way I could ever leave her at a day care center while I went off to work so when I explained that to me boss at the Community College I worked at he said there was an alternative if I wanted it. I could teach over the internet. I jumped on that, though I am only teaching one class a semester and I make sure that all the students have my e-mail address so that if they are having problems and want my help I can run down to the college and answer any questions they might have.
From pervious rounds
My name is Rosabella Naomi Harrison, I was born in Sedona, AZ and raised in Andorra La Vella, Andorra. You have probably never heard of Andorra, it is a small country between Spain and France, small as in only about 2.5 times the size of Washington DC. My parents were missionaries and we spent six years there. My parent's spoke mainly English at home, Catalan and Spanish the rest of the time, so I grow up speaking many languages.
And I found that I loved it. I loved being able to speak more then one language and vowed one day to be an ambassador, however as I am now a language professor it is clear that dream didn't come true, instead I am teaching which I also love. While in Andorra my family and I lived off of almost nothing, as I grow up in that environment it was rather shocking coming to the United States for the rest time. I was of course an American citizen as both of my parents were. After coming to the US I was surprised to learn that my parents were actually rich people. Wealthy enough to afford a nice big house and all the luxuries they hadn't been able to give me in Andorra they gave me then. When I got enrolled in school I was extremely wary as I had been in the US only a few weeks and I wasn't yet accustomed to the changes. Although I never enjoyed school (though I did enjoy learning), I was glad I went because it helped me to become familiar with how people acted in the US. I learned that my quiet, still nature often disturbed those around me. As a result I was mocked and bullied a lot. The mocking and bullying didn't really bother me though as I easily ignored the mockers and could beat up any bully you thought that because I was small and a girl I couldn't stand up to him. The bullying quickly stopped though the mocking continued. I quickly learned that my upbringing in Andorra was vastly different then the upbringing many of my classmates had, but I was happy that I was the way I was much more then I wished to fit in. I tried skipping a grade as I already knew the materiel taught but they wouldn't allow me too so I started college at the same time as everyone else. After four and a half years I had my language degree. Afterwards since my parents offered to pay for me to take a year vacation, the popular thing among graduating students at the time, I agreed taking a long trip to tour France. Unfortunately Though I had taken all the French speaking classes the French I spoke was slightly different then what many French people spoke. During that magical year I had a lot of fun and I meet Christopher. Dark brown haired, gray eyed Christopher quite swept me off me feet. It was one of those super embarrassing first encounters. I had been walking away from a cute little cafe that I visited often when I suddenly realized that I didn't have my purse. I swirled around and ran into him. he was quite unfortunately carrying a cup of coffee that he had probably just bought at that cafe, which spilled all over both of us. I was so embarrassed I could just die. I quickly apologized and offered to pay for the clothes, only to realize I had reverted to English in my harried state and quickly repeated it all in French finally getting the nerve to look up into his eyes. Quite to my surprise I found them sparkling with amusement, not the mocking kind but honest humor. He grinned and asked if we couldn't talk about repairing the damages to our clothes over a cup of coffee. And we did. I spent most of the rest of my vacation with him, both of us knowing we were enjoying borrowed time. When it was time for me to leave I couldn't work up the nerve to go face him and tell him I was leaving for fear of begging him to give me a reason to stay. Instead I quickly boarded my plane bound for the US. Though I was happy to be back, I was immeasurably. There was no way I could love anyone as much I did Christopher. Though many would have said it was puppy love, a crush or immature love Christopher was often on my mind during the next few years. As a professor I had didn't have too much free time but every two years we got a paid vacation (they called it a sabbatical) to spend soon time writing a book. Why exactly they wanted us to do that I didn't know but I went back to France. Partly, I'll admit because I hoped to see. Christopher, although I knew that chance was slim and even slimmer was the chance that he would be happy to see me. So instead I convinced myself that all I wanted was to do was to go visit the country I loved. I went and stay at much the same place I did before, and visited that little coffee shop where we'd meet. I was surprised when the owner recognized me immediately and told me all about how Christopher had come in there looking for me and demanding to see me. She said he was quite furious that I hadn't told him I was leaving. I enjoyed my visit and managed to finish a book, all the while wishing and hoping Christopher would can find me. And he did. I was sitting in the little cafe eating breakfast, rain pouring down outside. I loved the rain and I was in quite a good mood humming to the song playing softly over the speakers. The door opened and a cold brisk wind blow in along with a huge trench coat covered man. I looked up and found myself pinned by two fierce gray eyes. "Why did you tell me you were leaving?"
I carefully set down my fork before I dropped it and tried to subdue the quiver that ran through me in the face of the furious smoldering eyes, though I knew deep down that he wouldn't ever hurt me. On purpose that is.
"You knew I was leaving." I answered as steadily as I could as he sat down across from me without so much as a by-your-leave.
"I didn't know when, didn't know where you lived or how to contact you." His gray eyes snapped reproachfully at me and I fought down my instincts to throw myself in his arms and thank him for finding me.
"I didn't think you wanted it, you never expressed an interest before I left." My reasoning was sound, but the way Christopher's gaze said it wasn't.
"I didn't want to think about the time when we would be separated. Neither did you. We never spoke of it after you told me and I didn't want to have to deal with it before I had to." Christopher's eyes ran over me.
"Are you married?"
His abrupt question startled me into blurting, "No, of course not, I never..." wanted anyone but you. I stopped before I finished but I had a feeling that he knew what I had been about to say and fierce possessiveness filled his face.
"Good, get up. You are coming with me."
"What... I am? Chris!" Christopher was tugging me out of my booth having already fished out some bills that probably covered my meal five times over.
"Chris, where are we going." I asked breathlessly.
"We are going to go get married before you get another hare-brained idea to go off and disappear." His face darkened as he thought of her running away without telling him. "Yes, you definitely need a keeper and I am the only man for the job."
"But Chris, my parents, there still in the US. I can't get married without them." I told him breathlessly.
"Yes, you can. We can get married here in a judge's chambers and have a huge wedding when we get to the US. I am not going to wait that long."
"Hey, you haven't even asked me! For all you know I could be engaged, almost married, betrothed...."
His eyes narrowed, "Are you?"
"Well.... No." I admitted.
"Then, Rose... Rosabella will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
He raised an eyebrow as though to say, I know that so why did I have to waste time proposing? But I just beamed at him and his lips lifted in a smile of bemusement and indulgence. "Will you marry me now?"
I grinned up at him, which appeared to be an answer enough to him if the way he quickly ushered me out to his waiting car. As soon as we were in he said, in French, "Roberts, Judge Winston's office please."
"Of course, sir,"
Christopher then turned his eyes back to me and sighed. "I wish this were simple but I fear it won't be, Rose. I cannot live in the US, as the CEO of Erickson Electronics I need to be here. and there are other matters..."
I put my finger to his lips, shushing him, "I know, I thought about all the problems we might have had over the years if I had told you and stayed when we first met and convinced myself it wouldn't have worked... but I was kidding myself, I knew had I been able to change what I had done I would have knowing I wouldn't be able to live in the US. Knowing a little country pumpkin like me would be dreadfully out of place at your fancy business dinners but I won't care so long as I am married to you.... I love you Christopher."
A grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled at me, "And I love you Rosabella, oh I do love you."
So Christopher and I got married in a judges chambers both soaking wet and cold. And when I did actually get me big wedding ceremony it was in Paris as I reasoned that only my parents were in the US and all of his family and friends were here. My wedding dress was gorgeous and the wedding was beautiful, not to mention that Christopher looked stunning in his tux. I couldn't helped but feel a like nervous which Christopher noticed immediately and as soon as my father gave me away he took hold of my hand and squeezed it gently reassuringly and I couldn't help but grin. Since I had living in his parents huge house ever since we got married I had grown to know them quite well and was very comfortable around them though I had been extremely nervous to meet them the first time, after all I had just married their son and not even met them yet. However all Christopher said was 'this is Rosabella', and his mother took off saying how wonderful it was to meet me, and how many wonderful things she had heard about me. It was about a half an hour before Christopher could get in long enough to say that we were married. His mother to me surprise was joyfully happy instead of upset. And we found that our parents got along great.
I didn't think we needed to get such a big house, it is almost 3000 sq ft! But Christopher said that we wouldn't want to have to move into a new house when we decided to have children. I was kind of shocked, we hadn't spoken much about having children and I sort of assumed that he wouldn't want any because he was so busy with his job. However he assured me that he'd only want about six children maybe seven. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it especially not with him watching me indulgently as though no matter what I asked him for he'd do everything in his power to provide. I told him I wanted to have him to myself for a little while but I would love to have children someday. I was also surprised that he wanted to get our house a good forty minute drive from the city so that instead of seeing all buildings out of my windows I saw trees and a pond. I decided to call our house Adela, which is Spanish for 'Noble'.
Moving in was a big ordeal and his mother, Lily, insisted on helping me decorate it, not that I minded. She and I had similar tastes and soon everything was finished and in place. Not that I always knew where everything's place was and I had to spend many weeks living there before I fully accustomed myself to everything. I as found out that Chris enjoyed making pottery. I was so surprised when he told me I would have laughed except for a niggling feeling that he may not be kidding. He wasn't of course and one thing I love to do is spend a hour or so in the morning watching him mess around with the clay. Not that he messed around with it, he was very good at pottery, at everything he seemed to try. He would concentrate totally on the lump of clay and slowly mold it into something.
Wow, I can't believe I have a daughter. Christopher and I decided to have a child and it wasn't long before I was pregnant, however the closer it got to when the baby was expected the slowly time seemed to travel. It seemed I was never not achy and I couldn't put on my own shoes without incredible contortions. Then there were the nights when I could never sleep because Sophia wanted to play around, kicking and wriggling. Christopher couldn't have been better though. He never complained about having to help me to all the various things I could no longer accomplish on my own and was just an enthusiastic about getting the den/office room ready for it's new occupant. The reason we were using the den instead of an actual bed room was that all the bedrooms save for ours were upstairs and we didn't want Sophia that far away, especially when we would have to get up in the middle of the night to feed or change Sophia.
I feel awesome now that I can finally put on my own shoes again! I can also start wearing my old clothes though they are a bit tighter. And Sophia is absolutely adorable. She has brown hair and brown eyes and she resembles me a lot. Christopher says we should have named her mini-rose which is how she got her nn "Rose" which changed quickly to "Rosie" as "Rose" is what Christopher always calls me. Sophia is extremely curious and always seems to be crawling somewhere so I am already making a list of how many baby gates, and cupboard child locks to get. Sophia is also I very happy child, she hardly ever cries and when she does it either means she is hungry or needs a diaper change. I can already tell that Sophia has Christopher wrapped around her baby finger and probably always will, which is why I think we desperately need to have another child so that she isn't spoiled completely rotten.
Name: Christopher Damien Sinclair
Age: 31
Eye color: Gray/light Blue
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Grey
Hair color: Dark Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Black
Education: BS in Business Management
Name: Rosabella Naomi Harrison
Age: 26
Eye color: Hazel
Mother’s eye color: Brown
Father’s eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Mother’s hair color: Brown
Father’s hair color: Light Brown
Education: BA in Foreign Language
(misc: Wedding budget - 9, House plan: European house plan 17-2079)
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
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