Feather was at her Father's study, kneeling and wailing like a child who had broken an ancient expensive vase.
"Father please… let there be a date for a wedding already," The Han's heiress begged. She cancelled out and dragged Hawk Monsanto home so she could immediately remedy her worsening situation. "I swear, if you will delay it I'm afraid someone can already take my place,"
"Feather my daughter, what is happening to you? " Fara was at her back appeasing her. When Feather came home yesterday she locked herself in her room and only came out now, when her Father arrived.
