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Chapter One

Lola

I lean back in the plush chair, the airplane ru to believe that I’m on a private jet I look out theand see only darkness, the clouds thick as we glide through the sky

“This is crazy,” I murmur

“I know,” Kayley says, wrapping her hands around herof hot cocoa “I’m still not used to it But if your dad offers you a private jet, what the heck are you supposed to say, you know? Is it too much?”

Kayley’s pale green eyes are wide and tinged with fear I can read her easily by now We’ve been friends for the last two years of college, fused together through our love of the classics, discovered eclass

Herarts, but that didn’t stop us fro best friends quicker than I could believe

She’s got a thin build that clothes see off, a build I do my best not to envy Her hair is sandy-blonde and she wears it in a bob around her face

I toss my head melodramatically

“Oh, it’s far too e you every day for the rest of our lives for having access to such wealth Yes, Kayley, I do believe I hate you”

She giggles, knowing that I’o withit up like a 1950s dame

She takes a sip of her cocoa and then places it in the holder

“But seriously,” I add, “it’s not your fault you were born co so guilty all the time”

“I’m just so excited for you to see my hometown,” she says

“Me too,” I s it

I’d spent most of my holidays with my aunt, but she sadly passed last year When Kayley offered to host me at her childhood home in rural Maine for Valentine’s weekend, I jumped at the chance

What else was I going to do, sit around ca about how I’ve never had a proper Valentine?

“And for you to sing on Sunday,” she says

I give her a no-way look, shaking my head