A/N: I totally had a rant about my past week waiting on my spirit, but you know what? I'm not going to complain about school. No, what I'm going to do is thank you lovely readers for leaving such kind reviews to get me through my week of studying. I have to say, I thought I was going to be much later posting the chapter since I didn't get to editing it until late, but SunflowerFran is fifteen different levels of fantastic and got the chapter back to me in record timing. So if there's one person you need to thank for me not posting this chapter a week past its expected time it's the wonder-gal we know as Fran.

Just as a note, any mistakes that are in the chapter are mine. And as some awesome readers did for me last week, please don't hesitate to message me if something seems off in the chapter. I won't take offense to it (unless you like, curse my family lineage or something). Thanks for bearing with me, as sometimes I have mind-farts and things come out kind of mixed up.

Alright (phew) after that little bit, here is the next chapter. Forgive me for what might seem like an anticlimactic resolution, but trust me -the fun is just getting started.


PART II: PIGEON

Chapter 15

Nightgown drenched in sweat, Bella jolts from her fitful slumber. Four nights had passed since she'd told Edward of Mistress Pope's abusive behavior, and since then, she'd been unable to rest peacefully. She doesn't know if it's because of the way her admission transpired or if it's because of the scene Mistress Pope had made in court the following day during her trial.

The King's response to Bella's accusation had been swift, as he immediately ordered a small hearing the next day. The actual proceedings were short and painless; the accused had terrorized enough employees that there was an abundance of witnesses. The King quickly decided on her immediate dismissal without severance pay, and she would be processed later for assault charges. Everything had passed relatively calmly until she was being escorted from the premises. Bella doubts she will ever forget the fury with which Mistress Pope cursed the court.

"I gave thirty years of my life to you! For thirty years I lowered myself to instructing the worthless, sunchildren rats that you employ and this is how you treat me? I will repay you tenfold!" she screamed as the guards dragged her from the throne room, "Ni ronero? You have no honor!"

Mistress Pope writhed against the restraining hands of the castle guards, who in the end had to drag her from the premises. As soon as she caught sight of Bella in the audience, she began spitting fury once more.

"Her!" She called, frothing at the mouth, "She has the devil in her eyes! She will be the end of you all; do you hear me? She has the devil in her eyes!"

Thankfully, the court had taken those accusations to be angry defamations, so no heed was given to her words. Bella shudders as she tries to push the memory from her head. Had she made the wrong choice by exposing her former supervisor's true character? Granted, the old woman hadn't caused the bruises on the back of Bella's neck, but she was certainly due for punishment. Bella releases a loaded sigh. She feels as if she's done everything but what Alice sent her here to do, and begins to wonder whether the prophecy is ever going to be fulfilled. Furthermore, Bella realizes that she doesn't know much about the prophecy at all. Unable to fall back to sleep, she gives Lua a gentle pat before slipping out of her room.

Bella doesn't know where she intends to relax until she reaches her destination. She should have known she'd end up here; it seems she can't stay away from the bench in Charlotte's Garden and the atmosphere's calming properties. The waves crash against the shore in a lulling cycle, encouraging her to unwind. She sags against the pillar behind her and closes her eyes for a moment to concentrate on the sounds of the water. As she rests, a fluttering sensation occurs in her chest. While it should alarm her, the feeling comes with a hint of familiarity.

Taking a guess, Bella speaks aloud, "Your Highness?"

She hears his footsteps before she sees him come into view, "Bella? I wondered if it was you. What are you doing out here at this time?"

She waits until he sits across from her to speak, "It seems I'm having some difficulty sleeping, Your Highness."

"That's a shame to hear," he answers, "I hope the events of this week are not the cause."

"Perhaps, Your Highness," Bella murmurs.

Edward turns so that he is facing Bella directly, and says, "Bella."

Bella follows his action, "Your Highness?"

He groans in frustration, "Stop calling me that."

"It's the title given to your position," Bella reminds him, "Something you have no issue reminding me about regularly, Your Highness."

"I thought we moved past this," he says, "You don't need to refer to me formally."

"Whether I refer to you as "Your Highness" or "Prince Edward" there is no difference," Bella points out, "It still holds that you are royalty, and I've foolishly been acting as if this were not the case."

"You've been acting as if we are friends, and until this disaster with Mistress Pope occurred, that had never been an issue for you," Edward points out, clearly offended, "And unless you believe royalty is undeserving of friendship then I don't see what the issue is."

"The issue is that you used your position over me to get what you wanted, Sir," she shoots back, "You gave me an ultimatum while straddling the lines of friendship and professionalism. I have a hard time knowing on which side to be comfortable."

"Both," he argues, "I cannot separate being a Prince from any relationship I have because it's who I am. And you're unreasonable to ask that of me."

"I would ask nothing of the sort from you," she objects, "Only that you understand why I might hesitate in letting my guard down with you, Sir."

"You don't need to be hesitant," he disagrees with fervor, his voice rising slightly.

"Your actions say otherwise, Your Highness," she scoffs.

"Stop it with the formality," he growls. "You have no reason to guard yourself from me."

"Oh really, Sir?" Bella has finally reached her breaking point, her biting tone an indication of this. "Because my getting involved with you has almost resulted in me losing the only true home I've ever had."

Edward opens his mouth to speak, but pauses as if Bella's words have finally registered with him. By revealing that everything and everyone she has encountered here has become an invaluable addition to her life she feels the most vulnerable she has felt since arriving at the castle. The statement is consistent with her cover, but also rings true for herself. By the time Bella was able to conceptualize what 'home' meant, her mother had already been killed, and Aro had begun to make her life a living hell.

Edward lets out a heavy breath and rakes a hand through his locks. The action draws Bella's attention to his outfit. He is dressed in a long-sleeved, white shirt, and plain, navy blue trousers that stop at his knees. Bella swallows thickly, her throat suddenly dry. She can't explain just how attracted to him she is, but the feeling is so intense that she can't stop herself from shifting a few centimeters closer. It makes sense that Edward would not be in his daily attire given the hour of the night (morning, really,) and he most likely has just come from his bed. The mere thought of Edward in a bed sets Bella's cheeks aflame, but thankfully, the darkness conceals this. His next words bring her back into focus.

"Bella, I am sincerely sorry for threatening your job here," Edward answers, "I still stand behind doing it to protect you, but I can also see why that would make you wary of me."

"I know you were doing it for my best interest," Bella acquiesces, "However, it still stands that I can't risk my position here. I enjoy our time together very much, but perhaps we should no longer continue-."

"D-don't," Edward interrupts, "Don't say that. That's not what I want."

"I don't want that either, Sir," Bella admits, "But I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to do anything," he tells her, "I promise I will treat you as a friend deserves to be treated."

"Your Highness-,"

"Starting with that," he cuts her off once more, "With the way we get on together, I can't stand to hear my title attached. I insist that you call me Edward."

Bella nearly chokes on her response, "Absolutely not."

"See, you've already dropped formality," Edward prods, "Come on. It's not as audacious as you think. Go ahead."

"It's just … what if … I can't-," Bella splutters.

"Then why can you refer to Charlotte so casually?" he asks, hurt detectable in his words.

Bella knows he has a point, but for some reason, she doesn't want to say his name. Somehow, uttering the word would make every connection to him that much more real. It's almost as if saying his name solidifies every attachment she has to him, exchanging every tether for an iron hook. She's in deep. She knows she should keep an objective position, but …

She wants no one else but him.

"Edward," she murmurs softly.

Edward snaps his gaze to hers, a breath-taking smile spreading across his face. The same foreign emotion that had warmed her when he'd placed his hand on hers blooms again in her stomach. Bella searches for some frame of reference to describe the feeling, skimming the catalogue of pleasures she's experienced in life. Is it akin to the feeling one gets when they bask in the sun, or when the heat of warm water stirs one's stomach? Is it similar to the ends of a good laugh with a cherished person, or being able to crawl into bed at the end of an exhausting day? No, none of these quite captures how Bella feels when Edward looks at her this way. Dare she compare it to flying? That seems closer.

The answer comes to her as soon as this thought crosses her mind. She remembers the time she escaped from lunella practice by launching herself into the night sky. She propelled herself as far as she dared until her muscles were spent and her cheeks were sore from smiling. She flew until she reached her peak, and then at the very top, she stopped. There was a moment of stillness. A second where the world around her froze, her mind silenced, and even her heart seemed to pause. It was fleeting, but it was almost otherworldly. Then she began to fall, the air whipping around her, and her heart racing with the thrill. In the pit of her stomach, she felt her fear, but she could also feel addictive adrenaline and coursing excitement. She knew it was dangerous, but she embraced that new sensation. So, no, Edward doesn't feel like flying.

Edward feels like falling.

"What was that?" he says, smile still in place.

"You know very well what I said," Bella huffs.

"Heaven forbid you actually give into my desires without relentless convincing. Your parents must have-," Edward laughs before he pales at his slip, "I'm so sorry, Bella, I'm always putting my foot in my mouth with you."

Bella smiles and is surprised that she doesn't feel as hurt at the mention of her parents as she normally would. "Don't apologize for that. I have some pleasant memories of them. And you're right, I was very feisty as a child."

Edward's smile returns, not in full force, but small and appreciative, "I believe I would have liked to have met you as the fiery little girl you must have been."

"Let's see, at the time I was four years old, happy, and defiant, you would have been ten," Bella calculates.

"How do you imagine I was as a boy?" Edward asks, "I'm curious to hear."

"I picture you as quiet and cherub-faced," she answers, tapping her pointer finger against her chin as if deep in thought, "You were reserved, but not for your mother. You were definitely a mommy's boy."

Edward is quiet, as he presses his lips together and looks down. Keeping consistent with her boldness for the night, Bella reaches forward and grabs the tip of his ear; surely enough, it's hot with embarrassment.

Bella laughs gleefully, "I'm right!"

Edward shoos her hand away, "I never said that."

She can't stop her giggles, "I was completely guessing, but I am actually correct. And you are still your mother's aren't you? It's okay, there's no need to be embarrassed."

"I am not a mommy's boy!" Edward grumps.

"Right, and I can speak Cullenian perfectly," Bella scoffs, "Just admit it."

"I'm not admitting to anything," he refuses with a childish whine, "And I will leave you here if you don't stop it with your teasing."

"You can negotiate with nation leaders, but you can't take the jesting of a woman six years younger than you?" Bella clucks, "I fear for Cullenia."

"You should fear for your head," Edward grumbles.

"Now, Edward, would your mother approve of you speaking to a lady like that," she quirks with a raised brow.

Seeming to have enough of her mocking, Edward surges forward and digs his fingers into Bella's sides. Unused to being tickled, her breath leaves her in a quick gush before she finally begins to laugh. The sound is so loud that it startles both Edward and Bella, the latter of which has to slap a hand over her mouth. A few seconds pass with their eyes locked on one another, and Edward's hands still gripping the curve of Bella's waist. Slightly, almost so faintly that Bella is unable to tell if she imagines it, he grips her tighter. A moan nearly slips from her lips, but he quickly removes his hands.

Edward clears his throat, "I, uh, I'd better return to bed. It's very late."

"Right," Bella coughs as she stands, "I should go as well."

He nods curtly to her before walking away. Except, just as he's about to turn the corner, he turns to her and says, "Goodnight, Bella."

Bella looks over her shoulder, and can't resist smiling while replying, "Goodnight, Edward."

~pigeon~

Two days later, Bella has had enough of her 'administrative leave.' She finds herself perusing the shelves of the Great Library, with Alice's letter tucked in her skirt pocket. In all the excitement over the past week since Mistress Pope was permanently dismissed, she'd forgotten about the envelope in her cubby, and decided to read it in a quiet place. As most of the castle staff are working at this early morning hour, Bella takes advantage of the empty library to do some research. She picks up a variety of books in both Volturian and Cullenian, and then settles herself at a large, gold-painted table. With a chuckle at her previous imperceptiveness, she realizes that the room is decorated in the national colors of Cullenia: blue, white, and gold.

Settled in her chair, she opens her first book on Cullenian history. She could pretend that she finds it to be interesting, but truthfully, it's unbelievably dull for the most part. Cullenia had been one of the most consistently peaceful of the three nations of this hemisphere, save for seven hundred years ago when they led an attack on what is now known to be Forxx. The Swanns gathered their troops and had a formidable defense against the monarchy, which resulted in them claiming the land as their own. Ever since, there have been no major battles.

She continues on to the next book containing military strategies of past wars of this hemisphere and the next (considered to be the 'Otherworld'). This proves to be more intriguing to her, and an hour passes as she reads of her and Edward's ancestors. While the wars never lasted for more than a year, their fatalities were often numerous. It was a wonder there were citizens left afterward to reestablish civilization.

Next is a scroll containing the Cullenian lineage. Bella is surprised to see the name 'Edward,' pop up in several generations; making the Edward she knows the eighth in his line. Interestingly, Charlotte is the third of her family, yet Alec is the first of the Cullen line. She skims through the scroll until she comes to a note added in fine print at the bottom: Guardianias iminato.

Guardians unknown.

The following line adds a reference for additional reading on the 'folklore' of the Guardians, which has Bella scoffing with offense. Nevertheless, it would be wise of her to look at this text to know what was common knowledge about the protectors of the sun and moon. When she spots the book a few shelves above her, she directs it to her table using her mind. The moment her hands rest on the book, a shiver carries through her.

The cover is significantly worn with holes in its purple surface and the gold thread fraying. Gently, Bella eases it open to the first page, where the words she can recite by heart are presented, "Since the beginning of time the sun and moon have been in battle …"

Bella skips a few pages until she reaches a chapter that wasn't present in her own book. As she reads the prophetic words, her arms become covered in gooseflesh.

Prophecy

Just as the birth of the sun took place in darkness, from darkness, the guardian of the sun will appear. And though the stars stand by the moon, they are one in the same with the sun –burning and gaseous. Without the sun, the moon is empty. But do not underestimate the moon. It comes at a vital time, providing relief and a gentle glowing light to guide its followers.

The common element is light. Darkness can only be fought with light. Do not be mistaken –in sun and moon childrenkind, the darkness we speak ofis not what we see with our eyes. It is not the nightfall, nor the absence of light. It is the hatred and discrimination one holds in their hearts for another that festers until their souls are void. It is pointless murder and empty love.

Darkness will reign in the year of the ruler, who, in an effort to gain more power, steals the souls of his people. Neither friends nor family holds meaning for him in his effort to rule all nations. While he is powerful, the guardians will conquer him. They are his equal, with the guardian of the sun the replica of his being, and the guardian of the moon her compliment. Much like how the moon signals the end of the day, the moon guardian will arrive in the final hours. There will be tragedy, and lives will be lost, but order will be restored.

It has been spoken.

"That's it?" Bella laughs, flipping quickly through the remaining pages. None of them hold any meaning for her. She nearly tosses the book to the side, when she catches sight of the author –Cynthia Brandon.

Brandon … Bella quickly pulls the previously forgotten envelope from her skirt pocket and smooths it on the table. It's unable to lie completely flat, due to a bulky object in its lower corner, piquing Bella's curiosity. However, she can't get over how the sender of her letter and the prophecy writer share the same last name and are both omniscient. Surely, it can't be a coincidence? Wondering if Alice has any light to shed on the many questions Bella has, she tears open the envelope, and pulls out the letter to read the following words:

Dearest Bella,

The time is drawing near; I can feel it. Stick to the course, and keep the Princess by your side. Trust sparingly. The violence beyond Forxx's limits has reached an all-time high, and many refuse to travel to or from Cullenia. Peter goes on patrol every night, as does Jasper now. I feel useless to both them and you. I wish I could provide you with more information, but my visions are almost indecipherable. Do what you can, as I still believe you will know what to do when the time comes. All I can share with you is to follow your gut –timing is very important. Something is going to happen. I see flashes of you in rubble and then your vision leaves you. However, this is not your end. You will still have your mission to complete. Enclosed in this letter are two things I believe you'll need. However, it is vital that you use them at the right time. Lastly, I know this all must be overwhelming to you; there are many things we don't understand, but they will come to light when they are meant to. Above all else, remember that I love you, and I believe in you.

Sincerely,

Alice

Before she pours out the letter's contents, a slip of paper attached to the back of the letter draws her attention. The scrawl is foreign to her, so she reads on in intrigue:

Kya Bella,

I am to leave for a patrol, but I thought it necessary to add to my wife's letter. A few nights ago, Alice woke up and scrambled for this scrap of paper, and began to draw on its back. She was hesitant to send it, so I made the decision for her. I hope you are doing well, and I wish you all the best, my dear.

Love,

Jasper.

Bella turns the paper over to find a highly detailed sketch of a room unknown to her. It appears to be night, judging by the tracing of the moon outside the room's window, and the room is cast in low lighting. The wooden door is to the left of this perspective, a vanity against the opposite wall, and a queen bed to the far right. There are few decorations; the only personalized objects are items such as the lavender scented perfume on the vanity, or the childlike drawings on the dressing area screen. The bed has a simple duvet with a flower design that matches the curtains draped on either side of the window. More notably, what appears to be a woman is lying on the bed, her back facing the viewer. Her curls spill over her pillow, and her sheets slope against her delicate curves. Even her toes are visible, peeking out at the edge of the covers.

Not knowing what to make of the drawing, Bella sets it aside, and finally shakes the envelope to reveal its contents. She nearly gasps as two rings fall into her hand; one of them is the ring she'd bought at Jessica's stall in Forxx, and the other is the ring that Aro gifted her. They're quickly shoved into her pocket so that they are hidden to anyone who could enter the library. If anyone were to catch Bella with a ring bearing the Volturi quest, she'd have no excuse. The rings are only accessible to the actual royal family.

A new frustration overcomes her. It's all in the timing … timing is very important … use them when the time is right … How on earth is Bella supposed to do anything based on vague instruction? It's as if she's been thrown into the water without knowing how to swim, but being expected to stay above the waves. Irritation getting the best of her, she returns the books to their rightful places with slight force.

Scowl in place, she leaves to the one destination that grants her any semblance of peace. However, once she reaches the bench, she continues stalking past the barrier that separates Charlotte's Garden from its bank. She walks until her sandals become flooded with soft sand. Abandoning the shoes at the top of the decline, she makes her way down to where the clear water crashes against the shore. The next flow of the tide brings a frothy gush of seawater that rises until it hits her ankles. The feeling is refreshing, but truthfully, Bella wants nothing more than to venture further into the water. She knows how to swim. Thankfully, her mother had taught her before her death, but it's been years since Bella has been able to get into a large enough body of water. Unfortunately, the tide is so unforgiving that swimming is not permitted at the beach. Servants could only swim on designated days in the court's pool located in a separate part of the castle.

Still, unable to move away, Bella settles herself on a large rock and allows her feet, along with the hem of her skirt, to wade in the cooling sea. She nearly slips into the waves when a voice calls from behind her.

"How is the water?" Edward asks as he waits at the shoreline.

"If you take off your swanky shoes, you can find out," Bella replies.

"I have court in twenty minutes," he excuses.

"And?" she challenges.

Bella waits with her back to him, thinking that he's walked away until she hears him splashing through the water. She turns to smirk at him, enjoying the way he mutters to himself while he guards his pant hems against the wetness surrounding them. It appears he's taken off his coat as well and remains in his doublet. His toned arms strain against the fitted fabric and the deep green is a complement to his eyes. Somehow, Bella is able to tear her gaze away from his body by the time he reaches her.

"You had better provide a space for me on this rock before this next wave comes in," Edward grumbles, "I can't be dragging saltwater into the courtroom."

"Need I remind you that you came of your own volition," Bella points out, "Not to mention, you could easily behead the person that comments on your horse-sized feet."

"Contrary to your belief, I don't behead everyone who wrongs me," Edward clucks, "In fact, I've never ordered for someone to be beheaded."

"Really?" she raises a brow, but in truth, she's not very surprised, "It still counts as your order even if you asked your mother to give the command."

He rolls his eyes, "You're milking this 'mommy's boy' joke for all it's worth. Perhaps if you put as much effort into your Cullenian as you did into teasing me, we could speak to each other fluently by now."

Not having a response to give him, Bella does something she hasn't done in ages. Quite childishly, she sticks out her tongue at the Prince.

He guffaws loudly, "I swear, I gave you an inch and you've taken my country."

It's Bella turn to laugh, and Edward joins in merrily. Afterward, they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the tide flows and ebbs. The earlier frustration that had been clouding Bella's mind is nowhere to be found, and she finds herself smiling with contentment. When she looks to take a peek at Edward, she finds him watching her.

"What?" Bella asks softly, feeling for loose strands of her hair self-consciously.

"Nothing really," he shrugs, "But I think I can see why Charlie is so enchanted with you."

"Oh," she squeaks in response, overcome with flattery. "Thank you."

He nods curtly and then glances away. It helps to break the tension stringing between them.

"I had better be going," Edward announces, "But I actually had a message for you. Charlie requests that you join her tomorrow afternoon for her venture into town to visit the jewelry stalls. Of course, the party will also include Carmen and Demetri."

"I'd love to," I answer.

He smiles as he stands to head back inside, "Enjoy the rest of your day, Bella."

"As should you, Edward," Bella bids him farewell.

This time, she doesn't pretend to be intrigued by anything other than his retreating form. She watches as his broad shoulders sway with his unsteady movements in the sand, and traces the line of his body down to his strong fingers. She studies the way the light breeze ruffles through his brown-red hair, and how the water caresses his calves. As she gets her fill of him, Bella releases a shaky sigh. "I believe I find you enchanting as well."

~pigeon~

Try as she might, for the rest of the day, Bella is unable to think of little else than her encounter with Edward. It doesn't help that she also has to perform for him and his family. As she sings a Cullenian opera, she keeps her eyes trained away from his careful gaze. Given their cool indifference to one another while in the presence of others, it's hard to believe that the two share such an easy-going camaraderie. She sings a total offivesongs, and in only one does she make eye contact with Edward. It's one that Bella chose specifically for him, which detailed the abundance of a mother's love. When their eyes meet, Edward skillfully hides his snicker behind his napkin.

Once she is finished, Bella stands at the back of the throne room with Bree and Claire, in the event she might be called forth for an encore. The night carries on merrily as the Cullens eat and a few jesters perform, but midway through the performances, Sir Carlisle (who Bella has learned is a frequent guest) leaves his seat. The moment the Queen dismisses Bella, she searches for him in the darkly lit halls, finding him sitting in the North Garden. Not wanting a repeat of her first meeting with Edward, Bella decides to confront Sir Carlisle. The tricky part is getting him to address her, as it's disrespectful for a servant to instigate a direct conversation with a guest.

"Good evening to you, Sir Carlisle," Bella nods her head in greeting as she walks past him. Inside her skirt, she crosses her fingers, hoping that he'll say something she can use to carry on a conversation.

"Good evening, Sola Bella," Carlisle greets kindly.

Bella continues walking, silently cursing until his voice comes to her again, "You sang wonderfully, as always."

Hurrah!

Bella tempers her devious smile as she turns to face him, "Thank you kindly, Sir. It's always a pleasure to perform for you."

"I look forward to it each trip," he compliments.

"You flatter me greatly, Sir," Bella smiles genuinely, "May I ask how long your journey was? I believe I've never traveled to Lunaria before."

This is true –Bella has never been to the capital of Cullenia, but she's not entirely interested in his journey. She's more focused on finding clues that will help her pinpoint where she's previously met him.

"It's about a three-day journey by carriage," Carlisle answers, "Quite tiring, if I'm being honest."

"It certainly sounds so, Sir," Bella agrees, "But I've heard Lunaria is quite the province, so it must be worth it. Have you lived there your whole life?"

Carlisle pauses, seemingly uncomfortable with answering the question.

"Forgive me for being so forward, of course, you needn't answer, Sir," Bella rushes, hoping she hasn't warned him off already. "I'm merely curious."

He's still hesitant, but he answers, "No, I've lived many places, but Lunaria is home to me."

Bella knows she shouldn't push the matter, but she's desperate to know more about this mysterious man. So she steels herself as she asks rather intrusively, "Perchance, have you ever lived in Volturia, Sir?"

This is the question that does it.

Immediately, Carlisle's demeanor changes from one of hesitance to complete coldness. Bella swallows the nervousness in her throat and hopes that he won't reprimand her for her insolence.

"No." Carlisle answers shortly, "And I believe I should return to my dinner party."

Bella nods, knowing that she should let him leave, yet unable to let go of the link that she feels to him. Against the many warnings that sound in her head, she continues, "I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable, Sir Carlisle. I only asked because you look familiar-."

"We have never met before," Carlisle interrupts gruffly as he makes his way back to the throne room.

Bella remains rooted in place with her mouth popped slightly open in shock at his sudden change in character. His cold demeanor coupled with the way her arm hairs stand on end tell Bella one thing: Sir Carlisle is not as he appears to be.


Terminology

Guardianias iminato –Guardians unknown. [Cullenian]


"It wasn't love at first sight. It took a full five minutes." -Lucille Ball

~CH