The day of the big race which would change her life forever. Zachary would win back Creighton Manor in three days, eighteen hours and fourteen minutes. She wouldn’t be with Zachary anymore. She would be granted her release and he could make his life with Violet. The thought of him being with that awful woman turned her stomach. She shouldn’t care what he did with his life, but for some reason her heart ached anyway. Zachary must have realized their relationship was hopeless. He kept his distance, making it painfully obvious he was fine with the arrangement of separate rooms. She knew she told him: Hands off. However, when did that ever stop him? “What’s wrong with me?” she mumbled to herself. “You can’t have it both ways. Either you want him or you don’t.” She didn’t know anymore. She cancelled her wedding with Jerry because of her dreams and they had dated for three years. She knew Jerry. Knew what he liked to have for breakfast and knew how he liked his coffee.
