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"You look familiar, have I seen you around before?" she asked, cocked her head and looked at her.
"No, I don't think so. I just moved here. I am living in my great aunt's old house."
"Oh Sadie!"
Sadie was a little taken back by this woman knowing her name. "You do look familiar. Rosemary must have shown me about a million pictures of you. How are you holding up dear?"
A genuine smile found her. "I'm doing okay. You knew my aunt?"
"Honey, Mystic Falls is a small place, everyone here knows your aunt. But your aunt and I go back a long time. When she moved here, she taught all my boys piano lessons, and we just hit it off. We were close."
"That's nice."
"She was a remarkable woman. How's that cat of hers?"
A laugh bubbled up in Sadie. "Oh, George is George."
"I'll let you get back to him and that house. If you need any help with it, please let me know. And welcome to Mystic Falls. I hope you like it here."
"Thank you, it was nice to meet you..."
"Where are my manners, I'm Marley Fipp."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Fipp."
"Please call me Marley."
"It's nice to meet you Marley."
"You too, Sadie. Don't be a stranger."
As Sadie left the little market and set back on her way to her aunt's house, she was feeling a little bit better than she had since everything went down when she left Nashville.
That was until she got home and got her groceries put away and checked her email.
There was a message from the producers of Before First Sight.
Hello Cast,
Our show airs next month! Can you believe it? Remember not to share any information about the show with anyone before the time. Also make sure those social media accounts are up and running. We count on you to help get the buzz going for our wonderful show.
See attached for the information you need for the reunion show. If you have moved, the show will cover the cost of your hotel room.
Love is the Air,
Your BFS family
And there went her good mood.
CHAPTER 5
LUCAS
It had been a week since Sadie moved next door. Lucas had seen her around town a couple times, and they'd exchanged pleasantries, but there was something about her that seemed to just call to him. That's how he ended up here on a Friday, still in his work clothes, knocking on her door.
His heart thumped in his chest as he picked up the metal knocker and gave three, hard knocks. Why was he so nervous? He hadn't stood on a woman's front porch with these feelings in a long time.
The longer he waited the more he wanted to bolt. He was seconds away from walking away when he heard her inside coming to the door. She tentatively opened the door, but when she saw it was him the corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly and it settled his nerves if only a bit.
