After years of lost contact, Roguee and George were finally beginning to mend their relationship. The rift that had kept them apart for so long was slowly closing, replaced by tentative steps towards reconciliation.
One day, as they sat together in George's cozy living room, sipping on cups of tea and reminiscing about their shared childhood adventures, Roguee broached a surprising idea.
"Hey, you know what? You can pretend to be me," Roguee suggested with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "so you can have some freedom at Stanning."
George looked at Roguee with a mixture of surprise and amusement. The idea seemed both outrageous and intriguing. "Are you sure about that?" George replied, a grin spreading across her face. "Because if I'm pretending to be you, I might just have to use all your money and savings for shopping sprees!"
Roguee burst into laughter at George's playful response. It was a moment of lightness and camaraderie, a stark contrast to the years of distance and misunderstanding they had endured.
"I guess I'll have to risk it," Roguee chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "But seriously, I think it could be fun. And who knows? Maybe it'll help us understand each other better."
George nodded thoughtfully, the playful glint still in her eyes. "Alright then, deal. Let's make some mischief together."
And so, with laughter echoing through the room and a newfound sense of camaraderie, Roguee and George forged a pact. It wasn't just about pretending or shopping—it was about rebuilding their bond, one step at a time. In that shared moment of lightheartedness, they found a renewed hope for the future of their relationship, knowing that even after so many years apart, their connection remained as strong as ever.
Roguee leaned back in her chair, a smile spreading across her face as she made her proposal to George. "Yes, you can pretend to be me, and meanwhile, I'll be here enjoying my vacation here at our cabin. Oh I miss this place so much," she suggested, her tone light and teasing.
George's eyes lit up with excitement at the idea. "That sounds perfect! We can start tomorrow," she exclaimed eagerly, already envisioning the possibilities of stepping into her twin's shoes for a while.
"But first, let's celebrate," Roguee suggested, reaching for a bottle of wine and pouring them both a glass. The atmosphere between them had shifted from tentative reconciliation to genuine excitement over their newfound plan.
As they clinked their glasses together in a toast, Roguee's curiosity got the better of her. "By the way," she asked with a playful smirk, "who's that guy you've been spending time with? Is he your boyfriend?"
George chuckled softly, taking a sip of her wine before replying. "Oh, definitely not my boyfriend," she clarified with a hint of amusement. "He's actually a good guy, and he's been a great help to me in trying to recover everything we've lost. He's a farm boy, just like Dad."
Roguee nodded, understanding dawning on her face as she recalled their father's fondness for the simplicity and hard work associated with farm life. "That's wonderful," she remarked sincerely, appreciating how this person had become a part of George's life in her absence.
They both chuckled softly, the tension from years of separation slowly dissolving into shared laughter and understanding. In that moment, as they sat together in Roguee's cozy living room, they were not just sisters but confidantes once more, sharing stories and secrets as if no time had passed at all.
With glasses raised and laughter echoing through the room, Roguee and George celebrated not just their reunion but the beginning of a new chapter—one where they would support each other, laugh together, and perhaps even step into each other's lives for a while, all in the name of rediscovering their bond and healing old wounds.
George smiled warmly as she continued to share about Barge, her voice tinged with gratitude and affection. "His name is Barge," she began, her eyes reflecting fond memories. "He showed up here one day, wounded and in need of help. I couldn't turn him away, so I nursed him back to health. Since then, he's been taking care of me and everything around here. He's such a great guy."
Roguee listened intently, her heart swelling with relief and happiness for her twin sister. For so many years, George had faced challenges alone, navigating life's ups and downs without someone by her side. Now, hearing about Barge, Roguee couldn't help but feel a sense of peace knowing that George finally had someone who cared for her deeply.
"That's wonderful, George," Roguee replied sincerely, her voice soft with emotion. "I'm so glad you have someone like Barge. It sounds like he's been a real blessing in your life."
George nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "He really has," she admitted, her eyes glistening with gratitude. "It's nice not to be alone anymore, you know?"
Roguee reached out and gently squeezed George's hand, a silent reassurance of their renewed bond and her unconditional support. In that moment, sitting together in the warmth of Roguee's living room, surrounded by memories and the promise of a shared future, they both understood the significance of Barge's presence in George's life.
As they continued to talk and laugh, Roguee couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude and hope that filled her heart. The wounds of their past separation were slowly healing, replaced by a newfound closeness and understanding. Together, Roguee and George were rediscovering the joys of sisterhood and the comfort of having someone to lean on in times of need.
In the days that followed, as George and Barge's bond grew stronger, Roguee found herself cherishing every moment they spent together. Their laughter echoed through the cabin, a testament to the enduring strength of family and the healing power of love and companionship.
The next morning, George already pack her bag and prepare for her journey to the Stanning. When she arrived at the house, it was gloomy and dark and meet the old man. Seeing the oldman she is in outburst of anger because it is the man who killed her father and mother. The man who took her everything.