What I expected on Saturday morning: Books. What I got on Saturday morning: my ex-best friend and first crush in front of me. Let it be known that I, Holley Stuart, do not give a single rat’s behind about pro baseball’s star pitcher Sebastian Stone. I definitely don’t care that he’s standing in my bookstore. Nor do I care that he seems to have forgotten about the last time we saw each other–senior prom, when he both humiliated me and broke my heart, albeit unknowingly. Now, he needs a date to his sister’s wedding. Don’t ask me how I ended…
I read. And quilt. A lot.