CHAPTER 4
ENAMORED
SEPTEMBER WAS ABOUT OVER, WITH FOUR REMAINING DAYS. Golden streaks of sunlight spilled in from the windows, casting a soft orange glow on my eyelids as they peeled wide open to the brilliant rays that illuminated the ivory bedpost. I popped up at the realization that it was my birthday.
I showered, curled my hair, slipped into a red dress and ruby jewelry, and then headed for breakfast.
Leslie finished setting the two glasses of tea beside the plates of waffles on the wooden table. She looked up at me with a grin.
“Happy Birthday!” she said. I gave her a huge hug before I plopped down across from her. Then I reached for my fork and picked up a single waffle drenched in syrup and took a bite. “You look cute,” she added.
“I had to trade my sweatpants and t-shirt for
