((P.S. The reason it has taken me so long is due to some issues with my computer. It should be resolved within the next week))<br/><br/>I furrowed my brow and processed what Havanna was saying. Once I got around the accent, and incorrect sentances, I realized she had said yes. Relief flooded me like warm, bubbly water, and the prickly feeling behind my eyes went away.<br/><br/>I smiled and took a breath. "Lucky," I said, "my name is Lucky. It is a pleasure to meet you Havanna." I said. Then I turned to the other girl. "Your name is Auria, correct? And this is Paulina," I said, gesturing to the doll in her arms, "and that is Jasmine." I glanced at the two girls, afraid of what I would see in their eyes and on their faces.<br/><br/>Would I see reject, discormfort, annoyance, dissaproval? I thought of my father, of how he rejected and dissaproved me. I spent the longest time just trying to figure out what I'd done wrong. I mentally shook myself. No, that was a thing of the past, these girls knew that pain, they've seen these looks in others' eyes.<br/><br/>I took one more deep breath and waited for their response, desprately wanting to run or draw, or simply tug on one of the red curls framing my face that had fallen loose from being tied back.