Glade JollinOnce upon a time, there was a girl who stared out at the night sky and made a wish on a falling star. She wished for things to change.
And they did.
The low purr of the limousine's engine dulls my senses into a warm sense of security. I fidget a little, nonetheless. Sir Robert sitting across from me in the shadows notices this and raises an austere eyebrow in question.
"I'm nervous." I admit, though not for the reasons that he would assume.
He leans across and pats my knee saying, "Child, all the others were too. Don't fret."
We lapse into silence again, and I cool my cheek against the nearest tinted window. I am so desperately worried that I won't play this right, and all the divine powers in the world will not be enough to fix it.
To keep my mind off its ruminations, I discretely study Sir Robert.
He was rather similar to what I'd expected. Grey hair streaked with just enough white to look distinguished but not haggard. He must have been a handsome figure in his younger days. A common trait amongst member of England's upper class families.
When my 'aunt' had made the arrangements for me to be sent away, all the official paperwork had been stamped and approved in less than three days - a miracle, but of course one made possible with the various affiliations Sir Roberts had. No doubt, he must ave been jubilant to collect yet another young prodigy.
I am in fact, both more and less than that. But that is something he will never know.
