Wales Lestrange. That's the Greek Goddess' name. Of course she isn't a real goddess but she look like one. Her small heart-shaped face match well with her Cupid like bow lips. Though I thought she's a model. She's not. Her profession is far from that. From what I have heard with the conversation of Ender and her. She's a high-rank air force officer. What a job for feminine looking woman.
We're already on our way home when Wales approached Ender. I guess it's natural that he'll ask her to come with us and I have nothing it except that the burning fire in my heart is getting more powerful each passing time. It's burning too much that breathing is almost impossible for me.
"Could you spend more time with us? I would love to have a dinner with you." Wales chuckled. Ender's dinner offer is
