"Georgia " Ethan's voice echoed through my dream of the butterfly garden pulling me from my sleep. “Hey, sleepy head. I need you to get up.”

it's not nice to wake a young lady up from her beauty sleep...” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, yawning

"Alright, my precious eight-year-old young lady. Get up now, for me.”

I felt Ethan rubbing my head, and I protested, “Hey! Don't ruin my braids!"

As imy eyes fluttered open they were met by his blue eyes. I sighed like a grown-up-those trouble making blue eyes! Those teenage girls always talked about how striking they were, and I had heard enough of it!

Yes, I...