There wasn't really much to say about Caroline. Sweet, demure, and subservient to the eye, my little sister had our parents fooled into thinking that all she wanted was a summer romance before finding a real husband. The thing is, or was, Caroline had dreams of seeing the world ever since she met that foreigner in grade school. She was born in Peru, but her parents traveled on business, so she had been to most prevalent places in the world. To little Caroline, the idea of travel seemed a wonder and when she came home for the holiday, it was all she would go on about. At first, she had these conversations with anyone she saw, but our parents weren't well received on the idea.

Mother came from humble beginnings and always cringed at the idea of spending more than needed. While Father made a decent wage, we were by no means rich. We received a good education and food was always on the table, but that was only by the selective nature our parents possessed. I know of so many people who, due to their lack of control, racked up such a debt that that they were jailed for a time. Fortunately, our finances never got that out of hand. But the rough times of our friends and neighbors made our parents even more wary of the way they spent money.

So, when Caroline started fantasising about the pyramids of Egypt or the ruins of Rome, our parents were very quick to discourage her. I still remember the look of disappointment she got every single time they batted away her ideas. It's probably why I became her confidant.

I once told my sister that she could tell me anything and everything. At the time, it was said out of familial concern, but now it is said as reminder that I care. Because I think, in her adolescence, she began to think that our parents rejection was done out of spite. Caroline thought that the reason they wouldn't allow her to join any of the out-of-country programs was that they didn't care enough for her. I love my sister more than anything, but she has always been a bit naive. I guess some could see it as a charm, but, since she's my sister, I've only ever seen it as an annoyance.

But the problem is, there was one person who saw that naiveté as hope.

And his name was Niklaus.

There wasn't really much to say I put this on Wattpad nearly a year ago and I just totally blanked and didn't put it up here. I don't have anything past the this and one more chapter but maybe I could be convinced to continue? *hint hint* I hope you guys enjoy this little plot bunny.