This is what little fangirls’ dreams are made of. Most girls grow up with frilly pink dresses, Barbie dream houses, marriage dreams — and everything has a sparkly bow on top. I’m not saying a dash of my dreams did not contain such things, but I was more of the Han-Solo-blaster-toting, short-story-writing, future-house-planning space princess.
The trees sway with the spring breeze as one Luke and two Leias climb the small h...