Kayleigh closed the tattered book, tears running down her pale face. Not that she would tell anyone she had cried. Of course not. She looked up at the bright blue sky and checked her watch; 2:45. It felt so late yet it was barely past noon. Kayleigh stared down at her feet swinging softly on the frayed eggshell colored rope hammock. Her gaze shifted back to the book. She stared at it, ignoring the gentle swaying of the hammock against the breeze. She traced a finger over the faded gold script on the cover.
"Romeo and Juliet"
YOU ARE READING
Lady Montague
RomanceThere are two different sides of the story. Which will you pick?
