It was a new dawn, and a happy Rosalie hummed as she played with her bucket on the way to the stream. She skipped and twirled once in a while making the onlookers wonder what could be bringing her such Joy.
"It could be that she's happy because the witch is gone." A girl who walked with her friends behind Rosalie whispered to her group's hearing.
"What are you saying, they are best friends, don't you remember?" Another one chipped in.
"Who knows, maybe she was just putting up an act by her side, and now that she has disappeared, she's extremely happy." Another opinion was raised from one of them within the group.
"You could be right." They whispered as they watched Rosalie drown in her happiness.
Rosalie giggled at their presumptuous gossip, she paid no heed to them and increased the tone of her humming, after all, people will always talk.
