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I’onna die

I feel hands liftingco with round…

I co my head on the carin the process I can’t relances back at me and scowls

“Get yourself together,” she says “We’re almost there”

“The big day is alot to be at your best”

“I will be” The answer is autoets done That’s just the way it is It doesn’tone of the people orks for hihter—we all obey

Any other action is dangerous

I lickthe viee cohtht and heads up the long, brick driveway toward the gate and buildings behind a line oftrees

This is it Starting tomorrow, this will be my new home

The house—if it can even be called that—is insanely huge A tall, iron security gate with spikes on the top surrounds it Only two of the house’s wings are visible from the front, but I know fro out from the back There’s also a pool, a fountain, and a paved path leading to another house that isn’t nearly as big, but still impressive, and the stables where the Foley family keep their horses

Sean likes to race horses

Sean Foley is older than I, and he has blond hair and dark brown eyes The first day I e combination We were introduced in this sae, ridiculous building that enco for the servants A wing! For servants! The house I grew up in was a posh Tudor with five bedroo compared to the Foley family home From the Greek statues at the entryway to the horse-shaped topiary in the garden, I had been in awe from the first moment I laid eyes on it

“It will all be yours someday,” my mother had said

“I’ll live here? With him?”

“When you’re old enough”

“When will that be?”

“Not until you’re nineteen, dear You have to finish high school first”