CHAPTER 9
Adeline
Startled awake, I sat up quickly, thinking I was late for Jessica’s wedding. Rubbing a hand over my face, I blinked the fog from my eyes, and looked to see where I put my phone, only to find that I was in my bedroom, still in 1865.
“What the . . . ?” Patting the covers around me, I felt like I was losing my mind. It couldn’t be right. This had to be the longest dream of my life. Not that I was complaining, but it was getting weirder by the minute.
What made it worse was that I had to spend the day cooking a meal to give to some eligible bachelor I wouldn’t be interested in. Why couldn’t they cook the women a meal? After fretting over the fact that I might be truly sick from something I ate, causing me to hallucinate and have this dream, I decided there was nothing I c
