``Moira! Moira!! Where are you?!´´ her mother shouted. ´´Moira!! Anwser me!``. Moira rolled her eyes, ``Here mother´´ she anwsered ´´In the kitchen´´. Lady Kincaid was out of breath when she finally arrived at the entrance. She looked at her daughter, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her jetblack curls cascaded like a dark waterfall down her back and her eyes were still that startling color of emerald green. Her skin posessed a very pale olive hue and even though she was average height, her body was long and slender, which always made her look taller then she really was. Her graceful appearance would make one think she was some kind of frail princess, but nothing could be further from the truth. Moira´s mind was sharp as a blade and she could never quite hide the mischief in her eyes. She had been climbing trees ever since Arabella had brought her home that faithful day... ´´Mother?´´ Moira asked ``Is something wrong?´´. Lady Arabella heard her daughters voice from a distance and awoke from her thoughts. ´´Ehh...no, nothing wrong...it´s just...´´ Arabella sat down at the kitchen table and looked at Moira. ´´Your father and I feel that the time has come for your introduction´´ Moira knew exactly what she meant, but she pretended not to...´´What introduction do you mean mother?´´ Lady Kincaid sighed, she knew how much Moira hated the nobility, and she had no interest to be introduced into polite society. But Lord Kincaid had always been a traditional man and since Moira was their only child and thus, their heir, Arabella knew her husband wouldn´t let this one slide. However, she also knew she would have to bargain with her daughter.