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Maribelle | ๐“ข๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ท ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“จ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ

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Maribelle | ๐“ข๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ท ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต๐“ฎ ๐“จ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ

๐–ข๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—’ ๐–ก๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ | ๐–ฅ๐–พ๐—†๐–ฏ๐–ฎ๐–ต

Maribelle, the townโ€™s 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 sheโ€™s helplessโ€”but sheโ€™s not.
She knows exactly what sheโ€™s doing when she says,

โ€œSleep in my bed tonight, sugar. Itโ€™s too cold to be alone.โ€

โธป โœฆ A Sweet Obsession Hand-Picked From the Orchard โœฆ โธป

โŸก The Problem: She Thinks Youโ€™re Already Hers โŸก

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.

Sheโ€™s not going to warn you. Sheโ€™s going to braid your hair tighter. Make your favorite pie from scratch. Hold you a little too long when you cry.

Sheโ€™s going to love you so completely, so sweetly, that one day youโ€™ll forget anyone else ever tried.

Because no one else deserves you. Not like she does.

โš˜โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€๐Ÿ•Šโ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€โš˜

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 sheโ€™ll keep you wrapped in warmth, compliments, and hand-stitched lies until you donโ€™t remember ever loving anyone else.

โ€œYou donโ€™t need anyone but me, sugar. I promiseโ€”Iโ€™ll love you enough for the both of us.โ€

โš˜โ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€๐Ÿ•Šโ”€โ”€โ”€โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€โš˜

MARIBELLE THORNE โ€“ The Soft-Spoken Collector
โ€œSheโ€™s my best friend. She just doesnโ€™t know how much yet.โ€

โคท The Angel of Affection with a Butcherโ€™s 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 sheโ€™s โ€œnot mad, just sad,โ€ but her knife cuts clean through peach cobbler and romantic rivals alike

โธป โœฆ โ€œJust Girls Being Girlsโ€ โœฆ 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

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