She was the new girl in town. Victoria Stone. Vicky. Her shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes that shone brighter than the night sky; who wouldn't have had their heart flutter just at the sight of her? When Myrnin runs his fingers through those silky locks, he thinks just maybe he can begin to forget Ada. The smell of her skin lingers on him throughout the time he spends with Claire, and his mind begins to drift away ever so slowly.
He is old; far too old to be falling in love once more, but he is, and he can't help it.
Then he catches her with Sam, and the spell is broken. His heart is broken. Myrnin knows that this is the end of their relationship, but he can't help thinking that tomorrow he'd see her bright smiling face once more.
Amelie does not know about Vicky. Of course, she knows of her, but the two have never met, and certainly, she did not know that Sam loved her. Everything that Amelie was, Vicky was not. While Amelie was known to be as cold as ice, Vicky's smile could melt snow. Not that Morganville would ever know cold like that.
They had been together for a while, but not yet a year, when Myrnin found out. Sam knew that Myrnin and Vicky were together when he fell in love with her, but he couldn't help himself. She was far too beautiful, and he had succumbed to her wicked ways.
Then Sam died, and Vicky was alone; too afraid to go back to Myrnin, and too ashamed to mourn with Amelie.
Oliver hated everyone, and she was no exception. Only, he didn't really hate anyone besides Shane, and like others before him, Oliver had fallen in love with Vicky. He met her in the coffee shop, drinking her sorrow away in the corner. As if it add to the clichés, the moment she looked up, he drowned in her deep blue pools.
Vicky had smiled at him sadly, while Oliver had sat across from her and chatted her up.
They fell in love in a coffee shop, and the two lived happily ever after.