Filthy Lies

On the day Winter Blackstone turned fifteen years old, she knew she loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told her he'd finally noticed she existed in a realm beyond best-friend's-much-younger-off-limits-don't-even-think-about-it-little-s ister. Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact that she was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen--and only in the biological sense--still, Winter knew she loved him. What she never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later. Winter knew it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way. He's also hiding something from her. But she's hidden the truth from him as well. Lies. So many filthy lies.