I love stories like this. Where you can watch a relationship grow, from admiration, to friendship, and finally love. And as the relationship grows so does the MC, changing from a girl into a woman. I always find the moment where the love ignites into passion a little bittersweet, because it marks the passing of the girl into womanhood. In a sense the death of innocence. For some reason the pain makes the moment more satisfying, to me.
Okay on a less serious note. Can someone explain the difference between a dust cloth, and a handkerchief? Aren't they both just a square piece of cloth? I suppose a handkerchief can be more embroidered, but they don't have to be.