He Exists Only in a Dream

"Anna, your 22nd birthday is just around the corner," Lisa Melrose chirps, her voice tinged with anticipation. "You have to pick a fiancé from five men. Have you made up your mind yet?"Adrianna Quinnen stands by the window, caressing the windowsill absentmindedly. Sunlight shines through the glass pane, bathing her in a warm glow—but it does nothing to melt the cold look in her eyes. "Yes," she whispers. "I knew it!" Lisa laughs. "You've been following James around since you were a child. You'll definitely pick him, won't you?""No." Adrianna's voice was steady. "I'm not picking him."