JUNE;
I tossed gently on the big bed, clutching the pillow tight against my chest. My eyes kept drifting toward the ceiling, tracing the fancy patterns in the paint.
It was still too early in the morning, but sleep had already left me. A cool breeze slipped through the slightly open curtains, brushing softly against my skin and making the edges of my night robe flutter.
A small, beautiful smile found its way to my lips as memories from last night came rushing back… The dance.
The way the lights had wrapped around us like magic. For one perfect moment, I had chosen what mattered to me, and I didn’t care what anyone said about it. My heart had won, against so many voices and different opinions.
It was all happening so fast, right? Maybe too fast. I knew that. I should have kept Ronan at
