“You’ll go in her place,” she said, like it was a simple favor. Like I owed her.
I refused, of course.
That’s when she pulled out her favorite line. The one she’d used for years, the one that always made my blood run cold:
“Don’t forget who gave you everything you have, Fran. I worked so hard to raise you and this is how you repay me? With disobedience?”
I ended up in Alison’s designer gown, sitting next to her at a swanky hotel ballroom, pretending to be her.
In my past life, I hadn’t paid much attention to Soren Armitage. All I remembered was that he had a strong sense of principles. But meeting him again this time… there was a strange sense of fate in the air.
He was handsome, well-mannered and refreshingly down-to-earth—not at all like the typical spoiled heir. Like me, he’d only been in one serious relationship before and he carried himself with quiet integrity.
When I told him I believed in a lifelong, exclusive kind of love, he lit up. Said he’d been pursued by plenty of women over the years, but all he really wanted was someone who shared his ideals. His “one and only.”
That night, we talked for hours. Everything just clicked.