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The Characters Of Marigolds : The Story Of Marigolds

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Marigolds have always been her favorite flower. They reminded her of the stages she onced performed on. Staff members would decorate the stage with summer-bloomed dahlias and bright sun-colored marigolds, and tie silk ribbons to the bark of trees during celebrations. Crowds were surrounding her, cheering and watching her gracefully move her body across the stage. The light hue of her pink hair shined as the sunlight struck her like a spotlight center stage. She wore a pure white, flowing dancer’s garment which allowed her to move the way she wanted to. Her arms would stretch out as if she was reaching for someone’s palm, and her legs move as if they were made of the wind. Sometimes, there was a special someone; a pair of eyes that could see through the heart of her dance, Henry stood near the back of the crowd, but he made sure to stay within her vision. Knowing how timid and bashful she was, he would make sure to always show up to watch her dance performances. The way she showed confidence on stage amazed him. It was almost as if she was reborn into a new person with a new personality. Many people, both the villagers and the soldiers, see Olivia as a klutz, but all he could see was a girl who only needs a little confidence in herself. It seemed the confidence boost from the dancing came to an end. The strings of the wooden instruments stopped vibrating, and the beat of the drums had halted their rhythmic patterns. Olivia stood there frozen, but drew in a breath and bowed

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