On the day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney.There was a look in his eye that told me he'd finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend's-much-younger-off-limits-don't-even-think-about-it-little-sister.Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen-and only in the biological sense-but still, I knew I loved him.What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later.I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way.He's also hiding something from me.But I've hidden the truth from him as well.Lies.So many filthy lies. Winter Blackstone