Torie was soon getting dressed. She combed her hair and pulled half of it back into a pony tail. She didn't want to put her hair back into a braid; it reminded her of the resistance too much. She put her locket back on and pressed it to her heart.
Alex leaped up to get the door. "Dad, Aunt Rachel." He replied, opening the door wide enough for them to come in.
"Hello, Alex. Is Victoria ready?" Rachel asked.
"She is still upstairs but I'm sure she will be down any minute." He replied.
((one more post after this then I am passing out on my pillow
Being single doesn't make you weak, it means that you are strong enough to be on your own; Being alone could be a good thing, because there is no drama involved in your life, no pain, and free to do what ever you want. Life is too short to be chasing those who aren't even worth fighting for, you are worth more than that.