Alexandria P.O.V
I stood next to mama nervously smashing the gruhtaz [rose-petal like leaves crushed for spells]. We were currently in the tiny green house in the backyard of our cottage.
She was over the long wooden island analyzing a map of the town while I stood across with aching wrists. As I continued to crush the plant, I couldn't help but to think about Reese.
I know that it was a little cliche to say, but he really wasn't like most boys that talked to me. He didn't ignore me or just talk about himself the whole time. He actually acknowledged the fact that I existed.
He cared about what I thought and every time he'd hold my hand or give me a hug, he'd ask if it was okay.
He cared about my feelings and he was all about treating me like a person. At first I thought he was going t
