Synopsis:
Agnes Crumplebottom wasn’t always the elderly sim who was ready to smack somebody with her purse. Once upon a time, she was in love. What happened to make her the woman we all know today?
Agnes peered out from behind her flower shop. Look at all of these young kids today. Don’t any of them understand good old fashioned courtship? When I was their age, I understood that there was far more to romance than a promiscuous kiss here and a risqué holding hands there. Back in my day, we did things the proper way. The old fashioned way, and my Erik and Robert both understood that…until they didn’t. Unfortunately, their decision to use such tasteless social actions led to their accidents. Back when I was a young girl, my mother always told me that The Keyboard Deity doesn’t take kindly to impromptu romance.
She was right. I learned my lesson the hard way. Now, it’s my sole responsibility to save the rest of these poor souls from their own tragic love stories.
I remember clear as day the first time I met Erik. The sun was just starting to set across Sunset Valley as my girlfriends and I had just finished a delicious meal at The Little Corsican Bistro. As I exited the restaurant, a young man with ocean blue eyes came running up behind me.
“Could this quite possibly be yours, ma’am?” I heard a voice say.
I slowly turned on my heels as I swiveled around, my eyes meeting his. After all, a lady never whips around. She gently turns like a ballerina. I glanced my eyes down and saw him holding my grey hand bag.
“Oh my goodness. Thank you kind sir. I would’ve been beside myself had I lost that. It was a gift from my dearly departed mother,” I sighed with relief.
“I’m glad I was able to retrieve it for you and catch you in time before you left for the evening,” he smiled.
“How did you know it was mine?” I said suddenly finding myself feeling quite suspicious.
He stood there in his black dinner jacket, looking ever so dapper. “I’m sorry ma’am. I couldn’t help but notice your stunning beauty from a far. I’ve been watching you laughing with your friends all night. Is that too forward for me to say?”
I began to blush. It was actually quite sweet of him, actually. As he handed me my purse, his hand accidentally brushed against my own.
“I really am sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” he said.
I batted my eyelashes at him as I felt my heart flutter. “I think I just might. What was your name?”
“Erik Darling,” he said as he looked up at me.
