"Georgia," Ethan's voice echoed through my dream of the butterfly garden, pulling me from my sleep. “Hey, sleepyhead. 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 and 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 my eyes fluttered open, they were met by his blue eyes. I sighed like a ...