Lilia's POV
It was 18 years ago when a baby, barely a month old, appeared on the doorstep of our house. At the time, I was merely 7 years old.
My father and mother were astonished to find a baby there, but their shock turned to adoration upon laying eyes on her. It was no surprise, really. Even to my young eyes, the baby exuded beauty. Her hair resembled the darkened, starless night sky, and her eyes gleamed like flaming rubies. I, too, fell in love with her instantly and pleaded with my parents to take her in.
The child was a girl, swathed in a white cloth upon which rested a letter. It bore the words, "Veronica Eclair is the name bestowed upon this child. I beseech you, those who chance upon this young one, to provide it with care and protection."
