Villain, Heroine
The dense lines of text flashed past my eyes, I stared at the baffting words, managing is grasp only a f phrases, slowly connecting them to myself.
The villain… was that the cold faced man holding the child one thes
And the heroine…could that be me?
Vis–the
I thought about my smooth, fortunate the the open–minded oxents, the wealthy Serly, and beside me
childhood sweetheart husham
Was I really the fortunate heroine? And was that man over there really the inocuable vilar?
“Rachel?” Logen squeezed my hand
I snapped back to reality, turning to look at him. His eyes were filled with a faint wony. He followed my toward the lawn, but the crowd was moving, and the father and son from a moment ago had already be respectfully escorted into a private lounge by the hos
