Chapter Three
Karolina David had always been different, ever since childhood. She knew things; things she couldn't possibly know since she never opened a book, leafed through magazines or went to the cinema until she met Heather. But somehow she knew that she came from another time; another place. Her large, cat like shaped eyes reflected that as they were deep violet with a ring of gold. Her maman, who was from America, likened her eyes to the actress Elizabeth Taylor but with a little twist. A definitely out of this world twist as her eyes would go cloudy at the sound of her mother's favorite music and then she'd start seeing the past and sometimes the future.
Madam Sophie David lamented her daughter's changed appearance. "Really, Karolina, in all my 45 years, I've never seen eyes like yours, so striking. But, darling, you've ruined your looks. The hair is dreadful and those rings and now I see a tattoo on your arm. I know that this may sound silly, still, if I didn't know better I'd have to believe you were trying to look like me when I was 16. And believe me, it was then and forever will be the worst look for a woman ever. Thank God I came to Paris and got myself straightened out; there's nothing like France to help one become chic."
Still, Kara felt compelled to keep herself like this and she knew someday, soon, the reason would present itself.
"Elliott, bien sur, we'd love to meet your petite soeur, Kohlee. In fact, I was just telling Hayther that I knew we would be hearing from you about this sistare. Oh, you know, I have my ways. Mais, oui, tonight? C'est droll, an evening cruise on the Seine! I've lived en Paris all my life but have never done this! Nine and thirty, as you say, o'clock? A bien tot, cheri."
"It's tonight then?" Heather looks at Kara. "You're sure she's the one?"
"Absolutely. We will be rejoined once again and forever."