” Alene said as she turned around, she tried to act as if she no longer cared but as she started making her way back to the car her eyes filled with...tears once more.“Stop!” Nadia called. Alene froze, she tried looking back at Nadia, but fear stopped her. She just stood there, waiting. “Do you really mean it, Alene Raven? Do you honestly want to marry me?”Alene took a deep breath she understood this was her chance, her last chance. She exhaled audibly and finally turned. “Yes Nadia, I honestly. .. I take it you performed before you came to live at the opera house."He finished weakly as he opened his eyes and raised his face to hers. Unshed tears made her eyes glisten and sparkle in the flickering candlelight."Yes, I was very young when I first sang on the stage. I believe I was but four years of age. I seem to remember singing, "Ave Maria" by Shubert. My Papa played his violin and I stood next to him. The one thing I remember about that performance was how surprised I was at the end. She has saris in different colors and matching thin terrycot petticoats. I could see through her saree, everything she has got. She did not wear a bra and her heavy breasts jiggling as she moved. She arranged her hair in a loose knot below her shoulders and left loose, the remaining length of hair. Mother went to kitchen to prepare lunch. I helped, cutting the vegetables and generally assisting her. I was happy and excited just to be with her, near her looking at her divine beauty, the. That's what girls do all the time at sleepovers, Cherissesays." Well, honey! You had a long night! Maybe you should get to bednow? You must be exhausted!" Not really. I slept good, though I did get up early. Anne wasstill asleep, so I fixed my hair like Marcia showed me and I put onmy makeup like it is now, it really is second nature now, and Iwent down to have breakfast. When everyone else came down theydeclared that I had done everything a girl ever does so now I wasan honorary girl who.