The old man looked his way and grinned, "Hello. Elise, look our new neighbors have come to welcome us."

The angel looked up from the box she was carrying. "Bonjour monsieur."

"I'm Astor."

Elise smiled stiffly. "I'm Elise and this is my father, Wentworth. Now if you'll excuse me, we have unpacking to do." She turned to climb up the stairs into their new home but stumbled due to the incredible weight of the box.

Instinctively, Astor shot forward and caught the box and her hand, keeping her from falling. "Whoa! Here, let me take that. It's much too heavy for such a delicate thing like you." he took the box from her and carried it into the house, not noticing how the girl's eyes darkened at the mere mention of weakness.

Wentworth laughed nervously and shrugged at the others who had come. "She's a little shy." he said by way of explanation. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. We'll probably see you in town from time to time. Au revoir." he took the other box, not quite as heavy as the other, up the stairs and into the house as well.

"Merci Monsieur for your help." Elise told Astor again with polite stiffness. "I'm sure you have much better things to be doing. Adieu."

Astor was confused. Any of the other women in the town would have been all over him if he had helped them. Did he do something? Say something? "What is in this box anyway?" he opened it slowly and pulled out, "Books?" he held one up. "The Complete Works of who?" he read with some difficulty.

Elise snatched the book away. "Shakespeare! These are my things. Thank you again, I've got it from here. Adieu!" she hoped he would get the hint this time.

Astor decided to leave before she tried to physically kick him out and made his farewells. Standing outside the cottage, he found a peculiar feeling in him and recalled his dream from the night before. He has an odd dream and the very next day a strange, new, beautiful goddess of a girl arrives in their little village. It couldn't be a coincidence. It had to mean that they were destined to be. Yes. A woman as beautiful as she, she was the only one worthy of being his wife. And he would see to it.