Chapter 1: Prologue

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. No copyright infringement intended.


Felicity looked down at her seventeen mwaka old daughter’s tear stained face, her own moyo breaking. She knew first hand the agonies of love, but how was she to explain that to a teenager? How do wewe tell someone, there is no such thing as a fairytale upendo story, with out completely destroying any hope that they may have left? wewe see, Felicity thought…

When wewe are young, it was okay to believe in fairy tales…that ndoto of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming, ngome on...