Le Journal

CHAPTER FOUR

Everything gold is melting—shadows longer, breeze cooler. But I’ve already decided: I’m staying out all night. Well, the dress decided.

CHAPTER THREE

Palm leaves sparkle in the breeze and my shutters are flung open. The air smells hot.

CHAPTER ONE

'Book the trip' he said, and so I did. Hot days call for hot heads.

CHAPTER TWO

"How fast can you leave?" she breathed. Her heart raced as she realized it, staying here would not do.