Enchanted doesn't belong to me.

Home

Nancy took Edward's hand and together they run towards the hole. 'I should get my head checked,' she thought to herself. 'I just met this man a few minutes ago; he could be serial killer for all I know.'

Even as those thoughts raced through her mind, Nancy began to smile to herself. She had never been surer of anything in her life.

She knew it was ridiculous – her friends would think she was mad, she was always the sensible one, the one who never took a step without thinking it to death. Yet here she was, running in the streets of New York, in the night with a strange man.

Nancy felt alive. She was alive for the first time in years. She dared anyone to come and tell her that there was no such thing as love at first sight or that happily-ever-after didn't exist.

"Ready?" Edward asked her smiling. They had reached the hole. It was now-or-never.

"Yes."

They jumped together and for a split second Nancy wondered if she had just committed suicide but that thought was quickly forgotten when she saw the woods.

It was beautiful.

"There," Edward told her, pointing at the castle. "That will be our home."

Home. "It's beautiful," she replied.

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A few weeks later as Nancy walked out of the church, arm-in-arm with Edward, smiling at the thousands of Andalusians who'd come to celebrate with them, she knew that she'd finally found what she had always been looking for.

Home.

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