B. Kristin McMichael

“What does one do when a night human dies?” Arianna asked, still unsure of the world she was living in.“Celebrate their lives and remember every moment you spent together.”

“At the end of the week, you told me that you were going on a long trip, but someday you would come back and marry me.”Arianna giggled. “Did I really say that?” she asked, mortified at her bold younger self.“Yes, but I suppose it doesn’t count if you don’t remember. Oh yeah, not to mention the fact you told two of the butlers, three maids, and your favorite cook you wanted to marry them also”