Meet the Author

~ ZARA ~

It was impossible. Yet, there she was.

Her hair was shorter and more modern, and her skin looked a little more freckled. But her mannerisms were exactly the same. I blinked and blinked and blinked. But she didn't disappear.

I knew that graceful hand that reached for the next book, and the eye that winked at the reader who was gushing…

I recognized that smile.

And even though I couldn't hear it now, I knew the voice that was greeting the people in line and giving instructions to the guy in a suit who stood over her like a bodyguard.

I shook my head, but there was no denying it.

"Emory?!"

Emory was here… and she was an author?!

"Emma Lee."

I blinked and took a moment to refocus. The woman who'd been in the line before me was smiling apologetically. "Her name is Emma Lee. I just… I think if you're here she'll probably expect you to know that."

What the fuck?