: : : Sophie : : :
Time seems to stand still as my breath catches in my throat.
The library isn’t the library anymore — it’s a dream. Every inch of the room glows with soft candlelight, the flickering flames painting golden shadows over walls lined with shelves. White flowers cover everything: the tables, the windowsills, even the stair railing leading up to the loft. Petals scatter across the floor like a pathway just for me.
Beside me, my dad’s hand squeezes mine one last time. His eyes glisten as he whispers, “Go on, Sophie,”
I nod, my throat too tight to speak, and step inside. My heart beats faster with every step, butterflies thrashing wildly in my stomach.
And then I see him.
Kieran.
He’s standing at the center of the room, tall and impossibly handsome, his dark suit hugging
