Marcellina didn't know what to think when she fell in love with one of her father's workers. However, she wasn't surprised. From the moment Celio began coming to work for her father, she was mesmerized. He worked tirelessly to help others, the less fortunate and the poor souls of the world. Caelius did his best to survive in the treacherous world he lived in, and he did his best to make life easier for all the rest of the people too. There was nothing Marcellina wanted more than to be his, and him hers. Even just thinking about him made her heart skip a million beats, and as a result she became a nervous wreck. He couldn't concentrate on his school work at all! At first she wanted nothing to do with him; after all, she knew almost nothing about him, her love for him was childish. She was supposed to be a mature young woman, this was not appropriate. It was rude and unacceptable the way he acted because of her, but his being plagued his existence, because he worked for his father, the watchmaker. Every day, with the same routine, and with the same intentions... Celio, however, never thought much about Marcellina, he saw her every now and then, and she never said anything, but her presence was reported. Although Celio had a feeling that Marcellina was just another pretty face, and that there was most likely a demon taking up residence inside. Nothing to prove it, but that mattered little to him. The possibilities of her affection and admiration had never crossed his mind, well it couldn't have, and to him she barely existed anyway. Celio's mind was too preoccupied to think about “love”. Eighteen years old, he is two years older than her, and still too old for her. He lived in the slums of Rhitelian, and he only ever... middle of paper... the meadow. They had been together this whole time. Upon Mr. Lyrca's death, the business passed to Celio, who over the years became Mr. Lyrca's right-hand man. Marcellina managed to make a name for herself, just as she wanted. Marcellina became a great teacher and scientist. They started a series of orphanages and homeless shelters to help anyone who needed a place to stay. They also adopted many children from the slums. “That reminds me, Marcie, I wanted to ask you something.” Marcellina raised her head to look at her beloved husband. "Yes, my dear?" "Did you ever find who left that box on your mother's grave?" Marcellina laughed at Celio's question, her voice like the ripples of wind chimes, “I was wondering when you were going to ask me, but no, we really didn't. Even though my father and I like to believe that it was a gift sent from heaven.”