Find Me Alastar

EPILOGUE

Another time. Another place.

A young dark haired girl walks through the flea markets with her grandparents, excited to be finally

be in London, visiting from her hometown in the USA. At eighteen years of age, with large brown

eyes and olive skin, she is wearing a white dress and has a camel colored handbag worn across her

body. She is pretty and has a mischievous personality. Her grandparents stop to look at a furniture

stall, but she keeps wandering until she gets to a jewelry stand. She peers through the old glass

cabinets at the antique rings. She smiles as an emerald ring catches her sight.

She points to it through the glass. “Can I try this on, please?” She smiles at the kind, old lady.

The old lady smiles and carefully removes the ring from the cabinet to hand it over. She slips it on

her finger. Oh, she loves this ring.

“You should get that ring,” a male husky voice smiles over her shoulder.

She turns in surprise. “Oh.” She smiles, taken aback at the forwardness of the young man standing

too close behind her. He has dark, curly hair, with a huge smile and dimples in his cheeks. His rightContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

eye is slightly turned and his confidence can probably be recognized from space.

“And why should I get it?” She smirks.

The young man’s eyes dance with delight. “Because if you do, you win a date with me.”

She laughs out loud. “I’m not sure I want that, to be honest.”

“I think you would.” He smirks.

She feels her cheeks heat under his gaze. Oh, this boy is special and she feels her heart flutter with

nerves.

He picks up her hand and holds it in his. “I’m Alastar.” His eyes hold hers and he smiles cheekily.

“Pleased to meet you. Your name is?” He raises his eyebrows in question.

She smiles mischievously. She likes this game and she shakes his hand. “My name is Emmaline,

and for the record, I am not going on a date with you.”

His eyes twinkle at the challenge and he gives her a cheeky wink. “We shall see, Emmaline. we shall see.”