ISABELLA'S POV
The dreams were so vivid that it was several minutes before I realized that I was awake, but awareness did not necessarily bring understanding.
But were they memories, or dreams.
I dreamt of Alex, with eyes as clear and blue as a highland lake under sunny skies, his hands tender as he caressed me, the feel of his strong chest against my palms.
My fingers twitched; the dream was so real I almost ached to feel him under my hands. I lay quietly, feeling the lips on mine, trying to stop my body from responding the way it did.
My head throbbed. I lay there until certain things began to return, and I knew that they weren’t dreams. The argument with Edward, my acceptance into the modeling Academy, leaving my room... and then nothing.
I slowly opened my eyes and realized I
