A new family is moving in next door to Clover's house.
"Hey, Mom! Who's our new neighbor?"
"I don't know, dear! I only know they are from England. Why don't you go and welcome them to the neighborhood!"
"Ohhhh, Mom!"
"Clover, I also understand they have a son about your age!"
Now Clover is interested. "Ok, Mom! You talked me into it!" Clover leaves to welcome the new neighbors, and specifically to check out the new boy. Stella smiles to herself. She still knows what can motivate her daughter to do something she does not initially want to do. She really has no idea if there is boy Clover's age or not moving in, but the bait worked!
Clover goes over to the house, but doesn't see anyone from the family. She knocks and calls out "Hello? Anyone home?" but gets no response. No one appears to be home. Oh, well. It will have to wait until tomorrow.
As Clover turns to leave, she runs into the 'new boy', literally! "Oh, excuse me, miss! My fault, actually!"
Clover is struck with awe! "N...n...no problem!" she stammers, as she starts to drool! Is this the boy next door, she hopes?
"I am sorry! My name is Charles. My family and I are moving in here from England! My parents will not arrive for another week – home closing, and all that! But they didn't want me to miss any school!"
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Charles!", says Clover dreamily. "My name is Clover! I live right next door!"
"You do? Smashing!"
"What school will you be attending?", Clover asks hopefully.
"One Beverly Hills High School. I start tomorrow!"
"That's rad! That's where I go to school too!"
"Really, Clover? You know I hate to impose, but could I ask you to fill me in on the places teenagers like to go here?"
"I'll do better than that, Charles! Why don't you buy me a latte at the Mall and I'll fill you in!"
"That would be positively smashing, wot!" Clover and Charles head for the Mall. Clover has hearts in her eyes, and is flying through the air on pink wings of love! How perfect can this be?