It was crowded with tourists, cameras in hand and fanny packs securely at their middles. The only surprise was the parking lot, which seemed to stretch for miles. They never showed that in brochures. Emily had convinced the union driver, Charlie, to take her to Disneyland for her secret date with Davey, since Erin was notoriously bad at keeping secrets. If Mac found out, she’d be furious—but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Now Emily walked toward the VIP entrance, which looked like a green phone booth with gold trim, and was tucked away from all the general admission lines. Davey had told her to meet him there, but she still felt like an imposter. She, Emily Mungler, from Cedartown, Iowa, was going to meet Davey Farris Woodward at the VIP booth at Disneyland, and she hadn’t even won a radio contest. Her mind was spinning, wondering what he wanted to talk to her about. She imagined Davey asking her if she felt the same way about him. She’d look into his blue eyes and say Yes, Davey.
