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mirror. I smiled, knowing that Eliza would disapprove of the stark contrast between the soft, feminine garment and my long combat boots, but chose to ignore the pair of white high-heeled sandals she had sent along with the dress. Before I had a chance to rethink the outfit and change back, I forced myself to depart.
    Top down, my convertible soared along the winding dirt roads at break-neck speed, the warm summer air crashing against my cool skin. Not even ten minutes later, I found myself in front of the Angel Creek Diner. Swinging open the diner door, I subconsciously smoothed out the loose strands of hair that had escaped my braid during the drive. The place was bustling with lively conversation, the booths brimming with locals of all ages.
    As I made my way through the crowd, a group of Brooke’s football player friends whistled. Ignoring the guys, my eyes darted to the bar, a slight sense of disappointment washing over me upon seeing that Ethan was nowhere in sight. The bartender pouring drinks was much older, and not nearly as good looking.
    I spotted Hannah by one of the corner booths, balancing a large, frothy milkshake on a wooden tray. She was serving a young couple so engrossed in attempting to lick each other’s faces off, they didn’t even bother to acknowledge their waitress as she set down the order. Hannah waved as our gaze met, rolling her eyes behind the couple’s back. She skipped over, her fiery curls bouncing cheerfully behind her.
    “My, don’t you look nice!” She cooed, motioning with her finger for me to spin around. I reluctantly obeyed her request, suddenly feeling silly for dressing up.
    “Is Ethan around?” I asked, a little too eagerly.
    Hannah pouted. “And here I thought you came to see me.”
    “Oh, uhh…”
    “Don’t worry,” she laughed. “Since he started working here, lots of girls have come by to ask about him. Although,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “you’re definitely the prettiest. My only competition.” Her voice was cool and even, though her blue eyes twinkled teasingly.
    As I tried to decipher if what she said was meant to be taken as a friendly joke, or a more serious threat, Hannah burst into a fit of giggles. “You should have seen your face! You looked so worried. Could it be because you have a crush on our handsome bartender?”
    I looked away from her mischievous smile, embarrassed that she had picked up on my interest in Ethan.
    “Ethan worked the day shift, so it’s his afternoon off,” she explained, clearly unfazed by my awkward reaction. “I have no idea where he is, but he’s staying at that inn by the park. You can always try going there if you need to talk to him.”
    Suddenly, Hannah’s eyes lit up. “Speaking of the inn, guess whose picture is engraved on the memorial plaque in front of the building?”
    I shrugged.
    “Sebastian’s!” she exclaimed so loudly I nearly jumped back. “You know, the vampire hottie I told you to talk to? Did you get to meet him by the way? Isn’t he super handsome?”
    “He’s kind of a jerk,” I retorted, immediately regretting my words. Knowing Hannah, she would want me to elaborate. I quickly changed the subject.
    “So why is Sebastian’s picture engraved on a plaque at the inn?” I asked.
    Hannah suddenly grew solemn, her expression hardening. “I actually don’t know too much about Sebastian’s story,” she whispered, leaning toward me, “but I heard—” Before she had a chance to divulge anything, she was called to assist a teary-eyed trainee server clearly in the middle of a very rough shift. For the first time ever, Hannah was the one to end our conversation and bid me farewell.
    My interest piqued, I resolved to visit the inn and investigate the mysterious picture of Sebastian. Secretly, I hoped to run into Ethan while I was in the area. I strode along Main Street to the immaculately maintained park grounds where the inn and its white gazebo stood. The building was smaller than the