Loving the Pain of Love...

The morning breeze tickled her soles. She looked around for Susan, but the tent was empty except for herself. She saw the reluctantly rising sun from the crevices of the tent. She was neatly wrapped in a blanket that was soft and silky. She felt very bright and cheerful today. It was no comparison to her dull and monotonous day at her aunt's home. As she folded up her blanket, she was startled as someone entered the tent from behind her. She could see Susan's flowing frock from the angle of her eyes. She turned and bowed at Susan cheerfully. Susan was holding two cups of hot tea in her hand and held one towards Bella.