Book 1: No Bra

Isla

I received a note from Maddox, written by his own hand, that he’d be by to get me for dinner at 7:00.

Now, it’s 6:55, and I am watching the clock, wondering if it’s possible for the hands to actually move backward.

It seems to be taking forever for him to arrive!

I am pacing back and forth at the end of my bed, the long red dress I am wearing swishing back and forth. It’s not exactly a gown, but it’s fancier than most of the dresses I have in my wardrobe.

I want to look nice for him, especially tonight.

Is there a chance this will be the night he will claim me?

My heart races as I think about it. I sure hope so.

“You’re going to wear the carpet out,” Poppy says, her nose in a book. She’s hardly spoken to me today, and she hasn’t done a lick of work either. She’s upset that I didn’t tell her what happened between Maddox and me last night. I keep thinking she’ll get over it, but so far, what I’ve learned about Poppy