Natascha Caldwell was always an odd little thing. She had eyes bigger than an owl's. The smallest little nose you'd ever see and one lone dimple graced her face. Above her defined heart-shaped chin was a set of pouty bronze lips.
Natascha never was an agreeable child. From the time she was a baby she always did what she wanted. She never laughed or smiled, but pouted all the time. The only indication anyone ever saw that she was happy was the dimple in her cheek would show. Not with a smile, but a smirk, as if she was planning something sneaky.
Her parents always kept an eye on her, as she was their first child. She never was caught doing anything bad. The operative word being "caught". When her little brother Timothy was just 6 years old (Natascha was 12), she glued his lips together for reading her diary. Somehow, she managed to convince her parents that Timothy glued his own lips together.
Now, time to get down to business. Natascha never had a problem getting boyfriends. If they bought her what she wanted they got what they wanted (If you know what I mean). If they didn't well... you get the picture. However, one day a magical guy came into her...