When Caitlyn wishes to meet the man of her dreams, she has no idea her wish will take her to medieval England. She will quickly discover that finding true love and adjusting to life in 1400 is much more difficult than she could have ever imagined. More
Caitlyn thought she might throw up. She sat across from her ex boyfriend at her favorite restaurant, Leona’s, stunned beyond belief. He’d called her earlier in the week and asked her to meet him there. Caitlyn agreed, thinking that he wanted to make an effort to fix things between them and get back together.
“I wanted to tell you before you heard from someone else. So the wedding will be next month. Are you all right?”
“I’m ok. I just…Wow, so you’re getting married.”
“I know that when we broke up, I told you I never wanted to get married, but you would understand why I changed my mind if you met her. She’s the most amazing, beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
Caitlyn sat with a frozen smile on her face, wishing he would stop talking. She couldn’t remember ever being so blindsided in her life. The more he talked the sicker she felt. He hadn’t invited her here to get back together; he wanted to tell her he was marrying someone else. Someone else whom he thought was amazing and beautiful and…not her.
She decided if she had to hear another word about his utterly fabulous bride-to-be, she would surely try to kill him. Good thing there was no silverware on the table yet.
“Listen, I just remembered I was supposed to meet someone somewhere. I have to go.” She got up and took her denim jacket from the back of her chair. She hoped he didn’t notice the tremor in her hands as she held her jacket.
“But we haven’t even ordered yet. I thought we would have lunch together.”
“Yeah, sorry. I totally forgot I had other plans. I just remembered.” She needed to be anywhere else at that moment.
“Oh, okay. Well I’ll be sure to have her send you an invitation to the wedding. I’d really like for you to be there.”
As Caitlyn picked up her black messenger bag, she wanted to tell him to take his invitation and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. Instead, she offered up the brightest smile she could fake.
“I think I’m busy that day.”
“But I haven’t even told you the date yet.”