In the coming weeks, Padme had seen much of Anakin, much to the bemusement of his teacher, Obi Wan Kenobi. Apparently the Chancellor had assigned the two Jedi to a very special mission in which Anakin was to guard the senator as she had been under the threat of death by an assassin.

Padme wrote Christa a letter which exuded how happy she was with the arrangement. Padme also mentioned just how displeased and unhappy Obi Wan Kenobi was for most of his business there, and explained how his anger had been misdirected entirely to Anakin far more than anyone else. But soon, they parted ways with the Jedi Master, Anakin and Padme to Naboo and Obi Wan Kenobi elsewhere, as head of the investigation.

Christa signed off from the electronically submitted letter, pleased with the recent development. Not even Obi Wan Kenobi could stop whatever love was to grow between them now. But with Anakin and Padme's situation nearly resolved, Christa realized that it was her own matters that needed attending to. She was certain now that she had judged him too hastily, and that it was her own vanity that caused the misunderstanding between herself and the Jedi Master.

Ever since the day he insulted her at the ball she had searched in vain, finding any excuse to dislike him. This left her blind to reason... too blind to see the inconsistencies in what Cin Drallig had told her.

After reviewing his story over and over again in her mind the past few weeks, Drallig's version of events made less sense. For example, what Jedi would fall so foolishly for the plots of a boy? And what about the fact that Cin Drallig refused to attend the ball when he already promised that Kenobi should be the one to avoid him instead? Thinking about her foolish judgement of Master Kenobi made her cheeks burn. How easy it was for Mr. Drallig to spread those nasty rumors about him. Too easy. There isn't a man of character on any side of the galaxy would have torn down a comrade, regardless of their respective pasts, nor would any have been so willing to paint himself a victim in the company of a lady. Christa ached. Had she ruined her own chance at happiness?

After an exhausting six weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Binks, two since Obi Wan's proposal, it was time to go home. The newlyweds sent her by flight carriage to Alderaan, where she was to meet with Breha again. Breha was disappointed to see the situation unchanged, and decided they should go to Olvea, where she would part, leaving her goddaughter as a guest at her brother-in-law's house. The brother of Bail Organa, Mr. and Mrs. Gardnier.

The Gardniers were lovely people and already well acquainted with Christa. The couple was much older than she, wise, and had an easy manner about them. When Breha arrived with Christa, the Gardniers announced that they were off to visit other places... though they would love if the young woman could join them as she might add to their fun.

Christa and Breha agreed. Christa realized she could use the time away from her thoughts. The Gardniers would make a comforting distraction. The Gardniers owned a passenger ship, a large enough craft to accommodate many passengers, but only three traveled to Coruscant. Upon hearing the destination, Christa grew anxious, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. But then she remembered Padme's letter, which she opened and read again for assurances. Padme and Anakin had gone to Naboo. Obi Wan Kenobi had gone away from the planet on an investigation into the case and was expected to be away for a long while.

Christa was at peace again upon reading this bit of information. A meeting between them would be awkward exposing them both to feelings of mortification. Though, she suspected that he was already over her, and had moved on with his life. He could have the woman of his choosing. Who was she, but the girl who turned her own happiness away for a lie?

"Do you see it dear? Off, just over the horizon... the temple there?" Mrs. Gardnier exclaimed as she gazed through the viewing window.

"Yes, it is the very first place I should love to visit!"

"Oh, must we go there first? I'm interested in seeing the Senate hall. There are so many places to visit, than to go rushing off to see those dreadful Jedi," Christa whined.

"What have you against the Jedi? They're absolutely wonderful. Look at all the good work they've done for the Republic."

"They're snobby, privileged, over-indulged hypocrites. I shouldn't like to meet anyone so arrogant. They are all the same."

"My word, child. What has vexed you so? I'm most interested in meeting the famous Master Yoda, Master Windu, and Obi-Wan Kenobi," Mrs. Gardiner replied as her husbanded navigated their ship to a nearby landing strip.

Christa's mouth fell open, that they would even mention him by name... "He's the last person I should want to meet."

"Why? Mr. Gardnier exclaimed. He's renowned for his work here in the Republic. He's made peace between many a systems, all which honor him til this very day. I should think it an honor to meet such a man."

"Well..." Christa started defensively, "I shouldn't like to see someone so famous. They're hardly what one expects when you've finally met them. It might prove to be enough of a disappointment to ruin our trip."

"For shame, Christa. Objecting to poor Mr. Kenobi because he's famous? What a snob you are," Mr. Gardnier teased. "This won't do, dear. You shall walk every step of the way with us while we are here."

The doors to the ship opened and Christa reluctantly followed the awestruck couple down the landing platform.