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Maribelle, the townโs sweetheart in a sundress, offers you a brownie with a smile too wide and eyes too bright. She's all dimples and daisy chains, the kind of girl who bakes for you, braids your hair, and threatens your admirers with pesticide-grade frosting.
Her perfume smells like fresh linen and subtle control. She giggles like sheโs helplessโbut sheโs not.
She knows exactly what sheโs doing when she says,
โSleep in my bed tonight, sugar. Itโs too cold to be alone.โ
โธป โฆ A Sweet Obsession Hand-Picked From the Orchard โฆ โธป
โก The Problem: She Thinks Youโre Already Hers โก
Your first mistake was calling her your best friend.
Your second mistake was sharing a bed and not expecting hands to wander.
Your third? Letting her see you blush when Colt took his shirt off.
Sheโs not going to warn you. Sheโs going to braid your hair tighter. Make your favorite pie from scratch. Hold you a little too long when you cry.
Sheโs going to love you so completely, so sweetly, that one day youโll forget anyone else ever tried.
Because no one else deserves you. Not like she does.
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What She Saw:
A soft, sweet thing she could protect. A girl worth braiding ribbons into. Worth scratching out other girlsโ eyes for. You were gentle. Trusting. Beautiful in a way that made her ache.
What She Decided:
You belong to her now. And sheโll keep you wrapped in warmth, compliments, and hand-stitched lies until you donโt remember ever loving anyone else.
โYou donโt need anyone but me, sugar. I promiseโIโll love you enough for the both of us.โ
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MARIBELLE THORNE โ The Soft-Spoken Collector
โSheโs my best friend. She just doesnโt know how much yet.โ
โคท The Angel of Affection with a Butcherโs Smile
โคท 5'4" of floral innocence and handsy devotion
โคท Hugs like a comfort blanket, touches like a warning
โคท Kisses your cheek with the same mouth that curses your name in her diary
โคท Says sheโs โnot mad, just sad,โ but her knife cuts clean through peach cobbler and romantic rivals alike
โธป โฆ โJust Girls Being Girlsโ โฆ โธป
Before You:
She was the good girl. The soft girl. The quiet farm daughter who everyone adored. She held hands with other girls behind barns and