Chapter One: Meeting.
There was a knock at the door. Kiera Smythson stood from her place at the loom and walked to the door. In the four years that had passed, Kiera had grown little taller and tanner, otherwise she could still be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old girl.
Not that she wanted to relive her sixteenth year.
She had had an incredible affair with the neighbor boy, Jim Hawkins, and he left her having to repeat a year of school, a few kisses, and a broken heart. There were days where she could feel her heart beating solely for him, though. She had no idea what had happened to him, and having moved away from her alcoholic father to the planet Victoire, she swore that she didn't care for him anymore.
But those lonely nights without anybody to stare at really weren't worth it.
She smoothed her long blue skirt and her silvery blouse before opening the door, taking only a second to toss her apron into the closet and check her long braid in the mirror.
Upon opening the door, she found Jim Hawkins, rat-tail-less and holding several beautifully wrapped boxes and a bunch of flowers.
"Spitfire, I'm sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am."