FIVE AND ONE THIRD YEARS LATER...
A now twenty-two year old Kylie Perkins, soon to be Kylie Blake, was showing off her diamond engagement ring to her mother Samantha as they both sat cuddled together on the living room couch of Kylie's childhood home. It had been the first time since high school, not including holidays, she had spent there.
"Isn't it gorgeous? And real diamond too."
Samantha's hands clasped her face, practically in tears. Tears of joy. She gradually realized what a blubbering idiot she looked like and wiped her tears away, although her voice was still a little bit shaky.
"Kylie, I love it."
"Do you!?" asked her elated daughter.
"That's not all, dear. I love Tyler too. If you two aren't the cutest couple in California, I'm moving to Antarctica. I love the grand-babies you two are going to give me someday, and you are going to be such a beautiful bride" gushed the doting mother, to which the black haired beauty giggled.
"I never thought that I'd end up being a sucker for a mushy, tender, girly girl moment, but here I am! God, it was just SO unexpected, mom. I should have known something was up when he asked me to go to dinner with him. You know he never does that."
Samantha rolled her eyes sarcastically, though in a loving way. " It must be hard work enough for you to keep all of the girls off of a stud like Tyler. I just know that if I were thirty years younger, I would be all over him" she said, her hands cupping her face as she gazed into Kylie's piercing green eyes.
"Mother, please, you look gorgeous. You rock being fifty-three. You could practically be my sister."
"You really think so?" asked Samantha, with a touch of feminine self doubt
"I know so" replied Kylie, reaching over to hug one of her best friends in the world.
What Kylie didn't notice as she hugged Samantha however, in the brief moment she wiggled her toes between her sandals, an old unbreakable habit of hers since she was a little girl, tendrils of magic began to permeate the air...