CHAPTER 1
If you were to look at me in passing and see my bright blue hair, you might guess I was some kind of art major with a decided bleeding-heart complex. Well, you’d actually be pretty close. Except instead of art, it’s theater.
My name is Willow Winters, which if you had any reservations before about my slightly bohemian tendencies earlier, you can assure yourself that your first impression wasn’t mistaken. With me it’s what you see is what you get. Promise.
It’s kind of funny, really. I’m an only child, and so you’d think I’d be more used to being the center of attention, except I’m not. If I had friends who were of marrying age or inclination at this stage in my life, I’d definitely be the twice a bridesmaid type or however that saying goes. In fact, even in my theater roles I’
