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Heart thudding, I forced my lids to open for good. Ugh. Still too bright. I didn’t care. Desperate to find my most prized possession, I patted the area around me. No sign ofthe necklace. But I refused to panic. No doubt the piece had gotten tangled in the sheets.
I slipped my gaze over the expanse of pink silk—um. Silk? Widening my search, I discovered a matching canopy hanging over an iron railing. Not something I’d seen before. Nor was the high ceiling covered in copper tiles. Or the crystal chandelier centered between four marble columns that bordered a tiered dais. Where was I?
A spacious room of pure luxury greeted me as I eased into an upright position. Stunning florals papered the walls, and sheer white material draped recessed windows. The sitting area boasted two velvet settees, a mother-of-pearl coffee table topped by a vase overflowing with fresh primrose, and two portraits of a gorgeous redhead.
This definitely wasn’t my farmhouse or the hotel. Especially considering a small black and white ball of fluff with wild eyes and what looked to be a fortune of diamonds around her throat perched atop a plump pillow at the foot of the bed, judging me for everything I’d ever done and a million things I hadn’t.
Were those stones the real deal?Inner shake. Focus! Canine. I geared up for an uncontrollable sneezing fit. Seconds passed.
Minutes.
Nothing happened.
I don’t understand. I could breathe, but the dog wasright there. A nametag dangled from the collar.Thora. Hmm. That name. I’d heard it from someone.
Oh! Isobel!That’s right. The redhead. My gaze zoomed back to a portrait of her smug face.You’ll love my sweet Thora.
Why would I be here with Isobel’s dog? “Staring is rude,” I told the pooch.
She bared her teeth and growled.
Oookay. Note to self:Do not initiate a conversation with the furbaby.
I kicked my legs over the side of the ultra-soft mattress, determined to investigate my surroundings further and escape the tiny beastie. Yes, I said beastie like a true Scot. I stood–Whoa!And the shocks keep coming. I sank onto the edge of the bed, an ivory gown overlaid with delicate rose-patterned lace falling into place over my dangling calves.
Aweddinggown. Asexywedding gown. The cinched bodice dipped deeply in the center, revealing a swell of cleavage, while the free-flowing skirt sported a hip to hem slit on each side. Scarlet stilettos hugged my feet, complimenting the black cherry polish now decorating my toenails.
Surely I hadn’t married some man I’d just met and couldn’t remember. Mouth going dry, I yanked my left hand up to my face, expecting to find zero rings. My jaw slackened. No! No, no, no. This wasn’t possible. I might not have my necklace, but I’d gained a ginormous rock.
No way book nerd Miss Darcy would ever forget herwedding.
Trembling, I removed the ring to search for an inscription. Anything that might offer a nugget of information. Etched inside the gold band were three circles linked together. Uh, were thosefreckleson my ultra-pale arm? But I didn’t have freckles. Or pale days.
More confused than ever, I slipped the ring back on my finger because where else was I supposed to put it? The thing must cost a fortune, and there was no way I could pay for its loss.
Perspiration dotted my palms. I stood and teetered on the stilts. Where was the bathroom? I needed a mirror.Now. Spotting a door, I rushed forward. And toppled to my face. Argh!
Undeterred, I ripped off the shoes, lumbered to my feet, hiked up my skirt, and started again. The knob turned, and I soared inside an enormous closet filled with racks of designer clothing and shelves lined with extravagant heels and leather purses. Things I’d only ever seen in magazines and movies.
Not a bathroom, but it didn’t matter. A full-length, gilt-framed mirror waited in the corner. I surged deeper inside. The second I caught sight of my reflection, my choppy scream filled the air. I slapped a hand over my mouth. No! This had to be a trick. Or a joke. Yes, yes, a horrifying joke.
“This isn’t funny,” I cried to anyone who might be filming for social media.
My reflection spoke with me, and a lump grew in my throat. I reached out, quivering, and poked the glass. Solid. Beginning to wheeze, I hunched over to catch my breath. My likeness moved, too, not missing a beat.
Okay, so this wasn’t a trick or a joke. But what was it?What?I should have brown hair, brown eyes, and skin several shades duskier. I should have hips! Yet, I looked exactly like Isobel. Same red waves. Same green eyes, freckled skin and slender build. But this wasn’t… I couldn’t…
Tremors overtook me, and I backed away, pivoted. I would hunt down Isobel and get answers however proved necessary. She would admit she’d hypnotized me. Or drugged me. Yes! Drugged. I remembered now; she’d already admitted it! Had probably slipped something into my cranberry juice before handing me the glass. This could be a prolonged hallucination. A residual effect.
What, had Skyscraper Red roofied me all to stuff me in the wedding gown and marry me off to the highest bidder?
How dare she! As soon as I found her, she would learn a hard truth: You did not mess with Oklahoma girls. We did not stop until we got a job done.
“Isobel,” a deep masculine voice snapped. “Come here.”
I went still. The man had called for Isobel. Was she nearby?
Clutching fistfuls of skirt, I dashed from the closet. The bedroom’s new occupant caught my gaze, and I skidded to a halt.Oh my hotness.
