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What if I can’t win her tiara back?

I’m worried I’ll disappoint her if I don’t win But I’ve never been ht And I have to win, because I can’t disappoint her

I have to show her that I’m worthy of her love

Chapter 27

Jenna

"Did you do anything fun this week?" I asked, stuffing the last corner of bread into my mouth The corn chowder soup was spicy and delicious

He shrugged "Just a minor art project Helped me relax" As William polished off his second bowl, my eyes traveled up his finely sculpted arms--not a trace of excess fat anywhere The veins crisscrossed his muscles like a contour map under his skin, and I wanted to trace every one of theue

My eyes darted to his handso?"

He was quiet for a ainst each other Finally, he said, "It’s soy for the way I acted on Sunday…"

I straightened "What? You et ho I didn’t have a lot of ti "You brought it here? Why aht thisat me like I was a crazy person "Calm down"

I shook my head and playfully slapped the picnic bench between us "I’ pretty for me I want to see it!"

"You don’t know if it’s pretty"

I put my hands on my hips "William Drake, if you made it, then it’s pretty I already know that I have seen your work before"

Slowly, he rose fro, but he shook his head as if exasperated with ht it up, so now you have to showout my hand to him "CoWilliam leda medieval nobleman would inhabit while off in the field of war The floor was lined with a big, thick Middle Eastern-style carpet, and there were cushions and bedding on the floor to one side, with a table and some wooden boxes and crates on the other His armor was on a stand in the corner next to a small weapons rack

It was after sunset, so Williareed upon thatwas needed in our ca authentic, such as candles or torches, we’d be exposing ourselves to fire hazards and other safety concerns And though the rest of his tent looked straight out of theon a hook at the top of the tent did not

William pulled out a leather poster tube, and from it he extracted a rolled-up canvas His actions were slow, halting, as if he feared my reaction Maybe he’d decided to do that naked picture of me after all…

But no, the picture that he unrolled across the top of his patchwork silk and satin bedspread was not a naked picture at all It only took seconds for me to absorb what it was, and once I did, my heart stopped and my eyes clouded with tears I had no idea hohen I’d catch eous watercolors was a view of Main Street USA in Disneyland But instead of a crowded street, there were only two figures They were holding hands as they walked down the street toward Sleeping Beauty’s castle, their backs to the viewer There was no irl hite-blond hair--me

That story I’d told him…from my childhood He’d re detail that it made me ache just to look at it