On the fourth of May, in the year 1832--precisely three days before her 15th birthday--Amelia Hughes fell in love.
It was, in a word, thrilling. The world tilted. Her heart raced. The moment was breathtaking. And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question--one Luis Ferrera--felt exactly the same way.
Oh...not the love part. He certainlty didnt fall in love with her in 1832 (nor the following ten years either!) But his earth shook, his heart raced, and Amelia knew without a shadow of doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good twenty seconds.
Taking a tumble from a horse tended to do that to a man.
She had been out for a walk around a neighborhood park with her mother and sister when she felt the world rumbling below her feet. Her mother (who mind you had the attention span of a goldfish) wasn't paying much attention to her, so Amelia slipped away for a moment to see what was happening.
As Amelia edged around the trunk of a tree, she saw two r