Chapter Eight
I rolled over in bed and stared up at the ceiling, feeling strangely blissful. Yes, I’d slept well, but I didn’t think that was the real reason for my current relaxed state. Usually, as soon as I opened my eyes, my brain started racing a mile a minute, thinking of all the tasks I had to get done that day, making detailed mental lists for the upcoming week and everything that needed to be handled. In that particular moment, however, I found myself smiling. I felt like a kid waking up on the first day of summer vacation…and it wasn’t simply because I didn’t have any more weddings scheduled until mid-January.
No, I was happy because I’d danced with Allan D’Alessandro the night before, and I’d agreed to spend the next nine days with him. What exactly we’d be doing during that p
