<div class="floatleft">(http://nashvilletvshow.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/clare-bowen.jpg)     <br/><br/></div>Rinna was terrified. She was precicesly eighteen years, two weeks, and four days of age. Her mother had assured her, when they first moved to Great Britain for her mother’s wedding, that she was free to move back to America when she was old enough to live on her own. Rin was old enough now. But she didn’t want to go back to America. At least not yet.<br/><br/>And so she wandered around the English streets, biting her lip and rubbing her hands so obsessively that they were starting to chafe. She had an appointment, and she was lost. She pulled out the card where she’d written down their their phone numbers, and hesitantly reached for the device in her pocket. No. She didn’t want them to think her ignorant. She could follow directions. She could find the building.<br/><br/>If she could just find the<em>street</em>first.<br/><br/>She was absolutely certain that she’d been in front of this particular bookstore three times already, and even more certain that she should have worn walking shoes.<br/><br/>Instead, Rinna had worn off-white lace flats and a casual blue dress that fell to her mid thighs. Her feet were starting to hurt. She nearly fell over in relief as she finally found the building she was searching for and rushed inside, knowing she was already a few minutes late. Her light hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders, having been at the mercy of the day’s breeze, and her cheeks were a bit flushed with her effort when finally she knocked on the door.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her back.