"On the surface, Gillian Stone has it all: wealth, beauty, and the freedom to come and go as she pleasesÖat least from sunset to dawn. "
Be careful what you wish for.
While Iím dropping pearls of wisdom let me add, read the fine print.
Why am I wasting my time offering warnings that no one is going to listen to? Because as humans we have this unconquerable urge to try to help others learn from our mistakes. Or in this case my great, great, great, great grandmotherís mistakes.
She came from a very poor background and consequently wanted it all, riches beyond measure, beauty. Need I say more?
Great-great-plus Grams stumbled onto a genieís lamp and made her wish.
You donít believe in genies?
Trust me. Theyíre real all right. Unfortunately, when my ancient relative made her wish she didnít bother to listen to the genieís warning of strings attached. This lack of foresight has a direct bearing on the first born daughter of each generation, i.e. me.
To put it mildly, my life is complicated. I am literally grounded forever.
I live on a lavish estate in the mountains of North Carolina. Between sunset and dawn, my life is my own. But during the day Iím grounded in several hundred pounds of marble. If you happen to wander by the Stone Estate and peep through the fence, youíll hear the rippling sounds of water from a lovely manmade pool surrounded by lush fragrant flowers. Beside it stands a life size statue of a young woman, with long flowing hair and classic bone structure, draped in a Greek toga a cat at her feet.
The young woman is me.
The cat is Merrick.