"’I find that I rather like how you say my name. No matter which one you pick,’’ she smacked her lips together to even the gloss, then bent over the small wooden desk to look at herself in the mirror as she clasped pearls on her ears, "’So, you choose really.’’ She turned around from the mirror only to see him rooted in place by her comment. His mouth was slightly opened and his eyes roamed over her with a new found curiosity.