On the afternoon Padme Amidala was about to be wed, she sat at her vanity table, playing with her wedding veil. She carefully, adjusted her long curly locks of hair, neatly around the delicate, white, lacy garment. Finally, after trial and error, she was satisfied with the way she looked. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. A young, nervous bride to be smiled back. On this hari she would marry her one true love, Anakin Skywalker. She was a Senator and he was a Jedi, an unlikely pair. But Cinta knew no boundaries and she couldn’t help the way she felt about Anakin. He had pursued...