What's On Your Mind?
Ellen sat on the long, cushioned lounge chair by the swimming pool, the cool night breeze brushing against her skin, though she barely noticed it. She hugged her knees close to her chest, resting her chin on top, her eyes distant as she gazed up at the sky.
For the first time since stepping into this strange world—a world she had only known as words on a page—doubt gnawed at her heart. Everything was so different now. The storyline that had once seemed so clear, so straightforward, had shifted, twisted into something she barely recognized.
She sighed softly, her breath mingling with the cool air. "Mason never kissed Ellen Winters," she whispered to herself. That had been a fact in the original story. In the novel, the Mason never even spared Ellen Winters more than a few cold, indifferent words. A quick, dismissive glance at best. But now, things had changed so much.