When Life Gives You Lemons
If someone had told Cinder, a few months ago, that this morning she would wake up somewhere in the highlands of Denmark, she wouldn’t have paid them any mind. Given them a strange look, maybe, and forgotten about it.
If they had told her that she would be waking up next to a young billionaire, the heir to a major international corporation, she would have snorted and asked them to describe, in detail, a situation in which that could ever happen.
If they’d told her that she would be waking up in Denmark, next to the protégé of the Eastern Commonwealth, with a wedding band on her finger – well, she would have laughed in their face.