Chapter 9: Dream Lover

Polly took the long stroll along the paved sidewalk. The only cracks were those that were intentional. Polly could go with confidence in her high heels, developing the swift, smooth strut that would become her signature.

The lights cut through the night at the end of the road. The perfect dark that only came in places without light-pollution surrounded her on all sides. Polly would rather deal with what might lurk in the night than what was waiting in the town hall ahead. But yet, she persisted.

Her head held high, despite the pressure in her chest, Polly got to the door guy, who didn’t know her from Eve. A fact that Polly used to her full advantage.

“Invitation,” the door guy said in a business-like way.

“Gosh, I thought we could just go in!” Polly said as she turned on the charm.

“Whose we?” the guy asked.

The question was fair around there. Family connections are almost everything.

“I’m Payton’s cousin.”

“Payton Steadman?” the guy asked, looking Polly up and down.