He turned to see none other than Astoria, a former love of his own, leaning against the open frame. She was quieter than a mouse; it was no wonder his mother preferred to recruit Astoria for her schemes and plots. She was petite, barely standing above five feet, but she commanded the space she took up with more confidence than one should reasonably have for her stature. Her ego was also enormous, though that was something they both had in common.