Once Upon an Island

“Don’t fret,” Kate says. “You can rest up while I’m out wooing Declan with the helicopter tour and Arya and Percy are out counting boobies. Later you can take your knockout pills for the plane ride. You’ll have plenty of energy for tonight. It’ll be fabulous.”

She stabs her fork into a stalk of asparagus.

“Okay, Isla?” Arya asks.

I pick up my utensils and give a bright smile. “Sounds great.”

I push down the conflicted feelings rising inside me. There’s nothing to be conflicted about. Really, truly, nothing.