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Anastasia lightly tapped her pen to the beat as she listened music in her air pods, her steely-blue eyes staring down at a paper labeled [b]JOB APPLICATION - SANCTUARY HOSPITAL[/b] across the top. It was fully filled out in her neat handwriting, except for the very first question. Her name. Ana had wrote out her first name, then stopped at the first letter of her last name - C. She had almost written her husbands last name - Castellano. Her stomach twisted when she did, however, and she wondered if that last name was still how she wanted to be known. At one time it filled her with pride. People in Chicago knew who she was based on that name and it provided protection and demanded respect. Now... it felt like a stain on her reputation - her entire life. No, she no longer wanted to be known as a Castellano. Putting pen to paper, Anastasia carefully spelled out her maiden name - Clarke. The last name she had once been so happy to get rid of would now be her salvation. 

Sighing heavily, Ana set the pen down and reviewed her application. It pulled at her heart strings to read her maiden name on paper, but she knew this is what she wanted. [color=FFC300]"Well... there."[/color] She said out loud to herself, standing up from her kitchen table. She had only been in town for a week, but she was determined to assimilate herself in this little town and the first step was to find a job. Admittedly, it had been a couple years since she had worked full time. Her husband had provided so well that Ana did not need to work, she only did so to keep the boredom at bay and her skills up to par. She hoped that this little hospital wouldn't look too far into it and would accept her. Surely they weren't receiving many job applications on the daily? If she didn't hear back from the hospital soon she would swallow her pride and put in applications for other businesses around town too. 

So far the people in town had been nice enough when she ventured out for groceries, but she had not gone out to explore much. In all honesty she had been too embarrassed to show her face anywhere. Showing up to a new town adorned with bruises and cuts wasn't exactly a good look. Makeup could only go so far to help her a week ago. Luckily for her most of the injuries were now healed up enough for her to feel comfortable going outside, aside from a gnarly bruise along the outside of her thigh where her husband had - 

She closed her eyes, forcing the memory out of her brain. [color=FFC300][i]"No."[/i][/color] She thought, grabbing up the application and placing it nicely into a manilla envelope. She grabbed her car keys from the kitchen counter, smoothed down her [url=https://i.imgur.com/ruDyidr.jpeg]light blue dress[/url] and adjusted her long blonde locks across her shoulders. She was ready to turn in the application at the hospital and head over to the festival she had seen so many posters up around town about. It was time to see what this town had in store for her.