Cecilia knew where she was going immediately after she arrived in the Weeping Willow
Square. It was the same as she always did.
The little bell hanging off the door jingled as Cecilia pushed through into her favorite
little cafe, the Willow Corner.
"The same as usual, Bert," she said with a sigh as she took her favorite seat, the one by
Bert and his cafe were her safe havens, the place she could turn to when she was confused
or upset. Cecilia busied herself with fixing her hair and brushing of her dress, but it
was only to distract herself from the real issue pressing on her mind.
That boy was right. She was a stuck up brat who expected to be treated like a princess.
The truth, which hit her so suddenly now, had actually been hiding deep under the surface
for years, and all it took was one man's words to cause all of that to spill out around
her, drowning her.
Bert laid a steaming mug, boiling water to the brim and a peppermint tea bag just starting
to taint the area around it. Cecilia accepted it with a nod and lifted the spoon from the
table to stir with. She stared deep into the bottom of the cup, seeing more through it
than at it, and let her sadness envelope her.
Within seconds her shoulders started shaking and her spoon clattered to the table.
No one was here. No one could see. The only living, breathing thing in sight was Bert, and
he was so much to Cecilia like family that it didn't even matter. Bert wasn't even an
emotional type; he didn't want to get involved. She could see his face even now in her
mind, cheeks red behind his glasses, as he scrubbed persistently at the same dish over and
over again as though that were the most important thing in his life.
Cecilia thanked him silently. What she needed right now was time on her own.
That ideal was shattered when she heard the gentle ring of that bell on the door.