CHAPTER EIGHT
Yes, I’ll take you sailing tomorrow night.
Jules fell asleep thinking about Alejandro’s words. She woke up with them on her mind, too.
Sunlight streamed through the windows. Particles in the air gave the rays definition as if a fairy waved her magic wand to make the sunshine touchable. Jules reached out but her fingertips found only air. Still, she no longer felt cursed but enchanted.
At least for the next twenty-four hours.
With a laugh, she rolled over in the queen-size bed, eager for her day to start. She couldn’t wait to go sailing. Though if she were discovered…
Don’t think about that.
She needed to do this. Everything in her life—from her education to her marriage—had been decided for her. Not out of love, but because of what tradition dictated and what others be
