Poppy
Devon Wallace is my hero.
To be honest, he was more than my hero. I’d been in love with him since I was twelve, and I was totally and completely besotted with the man. He was my step-dad’s nephew, so I saw him almost daily, and we’d become really good friends.
But friends didn’t date.
So when Michael Sulkin, one of the guys from my equestrian club, had asked me to go to the National Equestrian Club ball, I’d been super excited (’cause I was dying to go to the ball), but then two days ago, out of the blue, no explanation, no nothing, Michael had bailed on me. I’d been crushed… until Devon had offered to take me instead.
And let’s be honest, I wanted Devon like an addict wanted a needle, so the fact he was willing to take me to a formal dance and dress up, gave me a funny feeli
