Once Upon a far distantly long land ago there lived this Cabinet maker named Rory who had 3 daughters; Portia, Dolores and Renee who everyone called Raini. Each of his daughters were known for their personalities. Portia was known as one who was a greedy person who always got what she wanted. She was also known as being very beautiful.Dolores was known for her obnoxious tongue wagging in places it needed not to be in but always was. Raini was her father's pride and joy, though known for her seamstress work she was beautiful in beautiful in everything she did. But a fault of what she had was she could not dance. it was a sorry sight to see that where she didn't lack in beauty, grace and musical flare she lacked in dancing, in a town where dancing happened every full moon or any celebration. Her sisters showed no grace in constantly reminding her of her one fault. "With feet like yours you may never catch a husband as is tradition for a girl." "Someday you will wish you could dance but the rate you're at may take centuries." One day while she was up on a hill picking and arranging flowers for her friend's upcoming wedding, she made sure no one was watching before she started her dancing. "What a sore sight to look at." someone spoke startling Raini. She stopped and turned finding this rugged. buff man standing, laughing at her. "If I knew better I would say you don't know how to dance. You look like a sick duck trying to dance a jig." And with that he lead out a big deep rumbling sort of laugh. Raini glared at the man at first not realizing who this rude man was and than realized it was Gustave the nastiest, rudest man in the town who had left to work on his manner and gain money to support himself and maybe a family. And returning home he gained a butt load of money and a future wife in the picture....her...

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