The Sketchbook He Never Opened
"Juliet, Olivia is already engaged to Caleb. Stop making a scene. We've arranged an art program for you in London. The flight is booked. You're leaving immediately and staying there until the wedding is over."
There it was again, that practiced "it's for your own good" speech. In that moment, Juliet Ashworth crashed back to reality—she had been reborn.
She had returned to the very day her parents forced her to leave, to give up on Caleb Thorne.
In her last life, she hadn't listened. She had begged Caleb, tried to explain that the "Starlight" he had fallen for at the Hamptons estate was her, not Olivia. She had pleaded with her parents to end the charade, to stop letting Olivia steal her identity.
But all it did was make Caleb despise her more.
Even as she was bleeding out from the car crash, he had spoken to the nurse on the phone with icy cruelty. "What's her game now? Tell her she can't ruin my wedding to Olivia with these pathetic tricks."
In the end, she died on the operating table, her eyes fixed on the television screen—where Caleb was slipping a ring onto Olivia's finger as the world cheered for them.
But now? God had given her a second chance. She would not go back to groveling.
"Fine. I'll go." She took the itinerary for the flight to London Heathrow, her voice flat, devoid of emotion.
Richard and Eleanor were stunned. They exchanged a stunned glance. How could their notoriously stubborn younger daughter have given in so easily?
"You're really going?" Eleanor demanded. "You're not planning some stunt to ruin Olivia's wedding, are you?!"
Juliet scoffed internally. Ruin it? What a joke.
Caleb was supposed to have been hers.
Her own parents, in their blatant favoritism, had torn him away and pushed him into Olivia's arms.