A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

"Go ahead and have some fun," Norton told Mavis, stepping aside.

"Okay," Mavis replied, making her way to the booth.

The stall owner visibly relaxed. He'd been sweating bullets while Norton played. If Norton kept going, he'd probably clean out the whole place. At least with a girl, the guy thought, there was nothing to worry about. No way she'd have the same aim.

He plopped down on his folding chair with a sigh.

But a couple of people in the crowd nudged each other, whispering loud enough for others to hear. Some had seen Mavis at another booth earlier, and she'd been a total sharpshooter there too.

People who were about to wander off paused, curiosity piqued.

"Wait, isn't that the same girl from the ring toss? She didn't miss a single shot!"

"Yeah, I remember! She won that huge teddy bear and gave it to some little kid. I was jealous, honestly."

"That's her! I'm positive!"

"Wow, she's really something!"

thinks he's off the hook. He has no idea what's

was buzzing, eyes flitting between Mavis and the

owner.

rifle looked pretty pro, but hey, lots of people looked like they knew what they were doing. These carnival guns were rigged anyway, no way she'd be as accurate as Norton. And she was a girl, no offense, but hardly any girls

and went back to

her first

at her. Must be a fluke, he

exactly like she'd done at the last stall. The crowd

a whole year without seeing anyone this good. And today, he'd

Unreal!

head how many prizes they could win, how much he'd lose if they kept playing. Was it even worth keeping the

"Holy smokes!"

"She's incredible!"

every shot! He's gonna lose all his stuffed

sharpshooters in a day. That's

nothing left to give out. He

feel bad