A/N: Happy Easter! And no, I'm not dead! Woo!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, okay! Ruin my Easter Holidays, why don't you?

The mother and her daughters all arrived home in very different moods. Luna's petite fists were clenched at she stormed into the house, threatening to slam the door in her elder sister's face. Candace's face was reminiscent of a tomato that was having a very nice day-dream and she was humming under her breath with joy. Lucinda followed the two, oddly subdued. There was a calculating look on her face and she appeared to be deep in thought.

"I'm going up to bed, now." Candace said to her family members, sounding far too ecstatic to actually get some sleep. The blue-haired woman seemed to float up the staircase, humming sweetly once more.

Once her eldest daughter was out of earshot, the middle-aged widow turned to her pinkette daughter. With a hand on her hip and one finely plucked eyebrow raised, she asked harshly, "Who was that girl?"

The sapphire-eyed women surveyed each other for a moment, before Luna finally replied, "What girl?" She asked, trying to act oblivious.

"Oh, you know, that girl THE PRINCE SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY WITH!" Her mother exploded, throwing her bony arms in the air.

The pinkette scowled at the floor. "I don't know for sure." She sighed, refusing to look up. 'Yet...'

Lucinda put her pale hand on the petite woman's shoulder. "But you have an idea?" She asked, tightening her grip until her daughter met her gaze.

"I told you I don't know!" Luna yelled, ripping the hand off her shoulder and starting for the staircase. 'I was so close! So close!' Her jealous mind wailed in fury. 'He introduced me to his father!'

"Luna?" Her mother called out to her. The pinkette whipped her head around and glared. The middle-aged woman clicked her tongue. "I don't care who she is - I expect her to cease being a problem by the next ball, am I clear?"

"Of course, Mother." Came the bitter reply.

X.X.X

Angela's hand lazily swatted away whatever was trying to separate her from her dreams. "Wake up," A soft voice whispered. Her large, brown eyes snapped open in shock and sprang up, knocking her head into the figure's by accident. "Ouch!"

Having fully awakened by now, the brunette gasped. Her elder stepsister was kneeling at the side of her bed with wide eyes. "Candace, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I really wa-"

"He kissed me!" The shy woman burst out with a red face. She grabbed her stepsister's shoulders and shook her. "He kissed me!"

Angela stared at her for a minute, her brain jarred from the vigorous shaking. She blinked as her brain finally plugged back in. "That's brilliant, Candy!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around the bluenette. They hugged, the rancher demanding to know everything that happened between the two. Of course, never one to miss an opportunity to tease her shy stepsister, Angela had to ask, "So... what colour will my bridesmaid dress be?"

"N-no, I mean, h-he, er, we didn't... I mean, I-I'm not..."

The farmer stroked her imaginary beard. "Oh, so Julius is doing the colour scheme? I completely understand; he has amazing fashion sense."

"No! We, er, we're not. He, um, is not, b-because we aren't g-getting m-m-m-m-" She seemed unable to stutter out the final word before a dreamy look crossed her face and she was lost to the world in her fantasies.

The brunette smiled in understanding, silently wishing she too could be so in love with someone. Until that happened, she had a farm to run and a sister to embarrass.

Once Candace returned from cloud nine, she asked, "So how was your date?"

Angela stiffened. 'How did she find out?' She panicked. She slapped herself on the forehead and smiled 'Oh wait, that was my excuse!'

The brunette laughed nervously. "It was very fun. We went ... fishing ... in the river. Yep, that's what we did. We went fishing. That's it." She coughed, depressed by her horrible lie. Rubbing her eyes, she added, "I had better be getting back to sleep now. Cows don't milk themselves, you know. Have nice dreams of fashionable jewellers."

To her surprise and mild disappointment, the blue-haired woman only blushed slightly. "I will." She assured her, leaving her stepsister with a twitching eye.

X.X.X

The brunette bit her lip as she tried to ignore the sharp waves of pain emanating from her foot. She held her head high and tried to walk as normally as possible, but her discomfort was beginning to seep through her proud exterior. She carried on regardless, preparing the breakfast exactly as she had done for years. 'Two cups of tea - strong, a dash of milk, two sugars. Four fried eggs - still liquid on inside, but not under-cooked. Three rashers - crispy, but not burnt. Six slices of toast - golden, light brown around edges, no crust. Get apple for Candace.'

Twenty minutes later, the breakfast was laid out neatly on the table. Smiling contentedly, she sat down on a chair and munched on her roll of bread. She heard the door opened behind her. Turning, she nearly choked on her food.

Luna stood in the threshold still in her skimpy lace pyjamas. Her hair was scruffy and wild, sticking out in every direction and her make-up from the previous day was still caked on her face. Her mascara and eyeliner had run throughout the night, making her look like something from a horror film. She shuffled humbly to the table and took the seat across from her stepsister. Cerulean eyes regarded her, showing no emotions. The brunette looked down awkwardly and gazed at her boots in fascination. After a minute of silent staring, Luna blinked twice and looked down at her food.

"Angela?" She said in barely above a whisper. Her voice was raw and choked. "Can you please get butter?"

The rancher nodded dumbly, not positive what she was seeing was real. The sound of her chair scraping against the floor was deafening in the silence. She walked to the fridge with a slight limp, took the butter out and returned to her seat in the same uncomfortable silence. Tapping her nails on the wood of the table, she handed the dairy product over. Unable to take it any longer, she scurried out of the house with the remainder of her breakfast.

A devious smile stretched across Luna's face as she sipped delicately at her tea. 'So, I was right...'

X.X.X

The brunette rancher smiled peacefully as she bent down to collect the eggs left by her chickens and ducks. Putting the last into her basket, she checked the incubator in the corner of the coop. The duck egg was due to hatch soon which she was very pleased about. Ducklings, she found to be enormously cute. She looked over to her two silkworms (named Sarah and Millie); they squirmed happily and she petted them on the head with a grin.

Hearing footsteps, the young woman looked to the doorway to see Lucinda entering with a disgusted look on her face. Grimacing, she blocked her nose with two bony, pale fingers. She walked gingerly over to her stepdaughter, lifting up the skirt of her long dress so it wouldn't brush off the messy floor.

"Is everything alright?" Angela asked, head turned to one side in wonder. Lucinda would never be willing to walk into the coop or barn if she could at all avoid it.

"Fine," The middle-aged woman replied curtly. "There is a market on today in the Town Square. I expect you to sell the crops there in addition to those silkworms. They're revolting."

Angela frowned. "But Shelly always buys our yarn and we make a good profit from them." She reminded her stepmother cautiously. She did not want to sound cheeky in the slightest (she knew from experience that approach led to hand sore from whipping), so she chose her words carefully.

"No. I simply refuse to keep them. They must be gone from my ranch. My skin crawls at the very thought of them!" With those over-dramatic words, Lucinda left.

Once she had left Angela to her work, she headed back into the house to where Luna waited impatiently in the sitting room. She sauntered in and took a seat on the couch beside her younger daughter. Grabbing the remote from her hands, she flicked the television off and faced the pinkette. "I'll do as you say and keep her occupied for the remainder of the week. But," She lifted one skeletal into the air and said in a manner astoundingly playful for the woman, "I hope you don't plan on leaving me in the dark in regards to this plan."

X.X.X

Angela grumbled as she heaved the heavy crates of crops into the carriage. Her frail arms screamed in protest, but she carried on. The wooden crate wobbled in her clutch and she winced as she heard the sounds of carrots rolling back and forth. Hoping her the standard of the vegetables would not be compromised, she shoved the crate in; it landed with a thud. She turned her head to stare blankly at the other five crates waiting to be loaded up. "Sorry about this, Amber." She smiled apologetically to her horse, who neighed as she saw how large her load would be.

Five struggles with heavy crates later, Angela was all set to go. She smiled sadly as she rested the two oblivious silkworms in her lap. They still were squirming happily and rubbing against her affectionately. All the journey there, the brunette felt a dull ache of guilt in her heart. "I don't care what that mean, old Lucinda says," She confided in a whisper. "I think you two are cute."

X.X.X

Angela twiddled her fingers idly as she stood behind her stall. The market had opened only a half-hour previously and only a few people had arrived so far. With nothing to do, the brunette had become fidgety, shifting her weight from foot to foot and playing with her fingers. The silkworms had fallen asleep and she couldn't bring herself to wake them. Tapping her fingers against the wooden stall in a tune she made up as she went, the rancher became lost in her thoughts. I am going to spare you the details of these thoughts because they are strange, stupid, random and (in some cases) completely inappropriate.

After twenty minutes of wild musing, the brunette was ripped from her thoughts by a loud: "Hey, Angie!"

"How're you, Luke?" She greeted him with a wave.

The blue-haired carpenter scratched his neck nervously. "Alright. I was just looking for some … you know, advice."

"What on?" She asked, brown eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. Luke was never this subdued.

"See, there's this girl …" He trailed off uncertainly. "I can't talk to Dad 'cos he'd just laugh and tell me to stay away from women until I'm twenty, Owen would never let me live it down and Bo," He quietened down slightly, as if telling the juiciest gossip "I think Bo's gay."

"Luke!" Angela gasped, thumping his head. "Bo would kill you if he heard you say that!"

"Fine, but he still knows nothing about girls." Luke stated with a pout. He clasped his gloved hands in front of him and pleaded, "You're a girl - you can help me. Please, Angie?

Puh-lee-ah-se?"

"Alright, alight! I give. What do you want to know?"

"Well, see, she's really popular. She's got like a bajillion or something guys after her!" Luke exclaimed waving his arms wildly in the air.

Angela rested her head in her arms and thought seriously. "Er, you're funny. That's something." She said, winging it. "Girls like guys who make them laugh." She added sagely, stroking an imaginary beard.

"Yeah!" He yelled in triumph. "I'll make her laugh so hard she pees!" He ran off with a big grin on his face.

The brunette slapped her forehead and smiled ruefully. Maybe she wasn't so good at giving advice, after all. A few minutes later she got her first customer. It was a woman several years older than her with light brown hair forced back into an almost painful-looking ponytail. She had judging sharp brown eyes and a sour look on her face.

"How can I help you?" The rancher asked sweetly, outstretching her hand. The woman took it daintily and shook it loosely, wiping it on her long grey dress afterwards.

"Yes, I would like two crates of perfect quality pumpkins, a crate of bluemist flowers and as many herbs as you have."

Angela looked down at her crops. She had plenty of bluemist flowers, but no pumpkins or herbs with her. She looked up again and smiled apologetically. "I have pumpkins growing. They won't be ready for a few days, though."

"I will expect them delivered to the Castle when they are ready then." The woman said decidedly. Angela was about to ask what the woman was willing to pay for the crops when her customer let out a shriek. "What are those, those things?"

"Oh, don't worry. They're just my silkworms. This one is Millie and over here is Sarah. Cute, huh?"

The woman shuddered. "They're repulsing! How can you possibly think they are cute?" She gasped. "And you keep those things next to the produce?" She asked with a disgusted look.

"They're clean, I can tell you. Besides, I should hope any customers would have the common sense to wash the crops before using them in a dish." Angela retorted in a dignified manner, crossing her arms and turning her head away. She was sick and tired of people insulting her silkworms. She frowned. "Do you want my crops or not?" She demanded.

The woman gave in and the two haggled for a while before deciding on a price that left both people pleased left dissatisfied at the same time. The market passed in a blur. Angela's high quality crops were all sold out by the end, but her silkworms were left untouched. On the way home, the two were snuggled up in her lap once more. 'Lucinda won't be happy...' The young woman thought in worry.