I see Henry standing not five feet away fuming. He takes a step forwards and I panic, I lean up and kiss Charles. He doesn't hesitate in kissing me back. When I pull away, I don't see Henry anywhere. "Wow...what was that for?" I freeze, oh my god. I just kissed Charles. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." . . . Jane Austen wants nothing more than to get away from Huron, Ohio and her overbearing parents. Will she make it through the three months until her eighteenth birthday? And when not one, but two guys come into her life, will she follow her heart or her mothers wishes?