"Auntie Tata!" Bridget exclaimed happily when she saw her aunt pull into the drivelane. Lucia, Bridget's mother, lingered on the porch as she watched her sister get out of the car.

"Bridgie!" Lucia heard her sister said happily as she gave Bridget a hug. "Are you ready to go?"

Lucia cleared her throat loud enough so the aunt and niece could hear her clearly. The giddy duo looked at Lucia then walked over to the porch to have a proper conversation.

"Hello Agatha." Lucia said to her sister with a light smile. "It's been awhile, how about you come inside and relax a little?"

"I'd love to Lucia! Thank you!" Agatha agreed with a brilliant smile. With that, the three ladies entered the house and into the living room.

"Would you like anything to drink Agatha?" Lucia asked as she started to head toward the kitchen.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"Lucia, dear, Amour Sucre is only an hour and a half away- I'm fine!"

Agatha then turned toward her niece.

"Are you excited sweetie?" she asked happily. "I can hardly wait for you to move in!"

Bridget smile brightly at Agatha, but slowly started to frown.

"I... I am kinda nervous." Bridget admitted. "I'm going to go to a new school, meet some new friends, be away from my parents until the summer... Auntie, the butterflies in my stomach are going to make me throw up!"

Agatha reached over and gave Bridget's knee a squeeze.

"You'll do wonderful." Agatha told her reassuringly. "I know you can do it."

Bridget smiled weakly at her aunt as Lucia came back into the living room with a suitcase filled with Bridget's clothes.

"I hope you have everything in here Bridge," Lucia said with an exhausted huff as she set it down near Bridget and Agatha. "It feels like you packed a whole clothing store in there."

Bridget started to laugh, although it had been a little nervous. Agatha soon joined in, and soon Lucia laughed too. It was all nervous and anxiety induced- but well needed.

. . .

Ken looked at the live feed of his father on the family television nervously.

"That is why I think I should attend Sweet Amoris in Amour Sucre. I... I, uh, owe it to her." Ken said with a good measure of anxiety. "We're... we're nearly on the border of Amour Sucre any way. And... and I'll protect myself -protect her- and if I can't then... then you can send me to... to military school, like you want."

Giles looked at his son in surprise. Sure, the military senior officer wanted his son to attend a military school, but if there was a way around it (and there had always been away around it) then it went undisclosed and kept at that. But what Ken was offering was a raw, and rather tricky, deal.

"Have you talked to your mother about this?" Giles asked, his booming voice overpowering the concern and curiosity in his voice. Ken nodded.

"Then I have no further say in the matter." Giles told his son. "If you slip up one time -you break that promise that you just old me- then you will be sent to military school. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Ken agreed with a salute. A smile etched across Ken's face; boy was Bridget going to be surprised!

But there was one factor neither of them were prepared for: Amber.