Chapter One

"Anne, just trust me."

Anne merely sighed and grabbed ahold of Gilbert's slippery hand. It was slippery from the rain. Anne's hair was drenched and a wonderful auburn color from the rain now, and Gilbert's brown curls were soaked to his face.

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What would Anne Shirley's life be like if she forgave Gilbert Blythe that schoolday when he tugged on her red braid and said none other than; "Carrots!"?