Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour :: Owl Post :: Complete (original) (raw)

When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand

Thursday, June 22nd ~ Morning

Gabrielle~

You lying little twit. How could you?

I believe my best wishes are in order

dear

sister.

How long have you been fucking the love of my life?

The news of your engagement could not have come as anymore of a shock, mon coeur.

I can't believe you would ever have dreamed of becoming involved with him; let alone allow me to hear from someone else.

Here's to hoping your life together is

miserable

blissfully happy.

I assume Molly has taken head on the wedding planning?

You knew, know, I still love him!

I do hope you will consider allowing me to stand at your wedding, petite-soeur. You were, after all, to be the maid-of-honor at my own wedding to this very same man.

He was, is, the love of my life.

Have you informed maman yet, Gabi? I am sure she would love to help Molly with the planning. It is so hard to believe our little Gabi is getting married!

Really hard to believe considering I almost married this same man. Do you really love me? Because if you did you could never have done this. Do you know you are breaking my heart?

When is the date?

Avec l'amour,
Fleur

P.S. I've bought you an early engagement gift. I'm sure you're already assembling your trousseau, and I do believe I can be trusted to know Bill's tastes in lingirie. This particular piece is in his favorite color... He can't resist a Delacour in white.

Bastard.

But I am sure you already have discovered that.

P.P.S. I've moved back to England... Didn't you know that?