Chapter Nineteen
March
Millie paced the length of the suite, anxiety rising with each step. Why had she agreed to enter the wine in a competition? She hated competitions. They brought out the worst in people. So why?
Because you wanted to prove yourself, the voice in her head answered. You wanted people to see you as more than a flaky, New Age hippie. But this wasn’t her. Looking in the mirror, she didn’t even recognize herself. Emmaline Andersson had whipped up a gorgeous, filmy, light-blue cocktail dress for her. The kind of thing she’d never wear in Prairie.
Jason came out of the bathroom, white shirt still unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely around his neck. “You look beautiful.” His eyes lit as he slowly dropped his gaze down her body, setting off a cascade of tingles. Not even a touc
