ELIZABETH HERALD
"Aren't you afraid you'll be disowned by your family?" I asked as Blake carried me up the stairs and down the hallways. The Carter mansion was freaking huge. "Haven't you heard? I'm a horrible person. I'm indiscriminate with men. I've been institutionalized four—no, last summer made five, yeah, five times. And I've been to drug rehab twice. You're really better off marrying Giselle. She's perfect. Well, she has the personality of beige paint, but other than that, she's perfect."
"I don't want her." Blake kept me in his arms as he reached down to open a door. The lights flicked on automatically as we entered a luxurious space that I assumed was a bedroom. It looked more like a penthouse suite, though. Maybe it was. Had we left the Carter estate? I felt floaty. Everything seemed unreal.
"I'm dreaming," I murmured.
