The Best of Fools (Jane Austen Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Marilyn Grey
Tags: Romance, Jane Austen, British, American, pride and prejudice, clean, sweet, beautiful, the longest ride, nicholas sparks, long distance, sense and sensibility, the notebook
to him whenever you found out."
I pulled away from her hug. "You could've told me. Earlier, I mean. You know, save me from the emotional breakdown that happens when you find out you aren't who you think you are."
Dad laughed. "You always have been one to exaggerate. Even when you were a toddler."
"I'm serious. Not about the emotional breakdown, but I don't know who I am anymore."
"This doesn't change who you are, honey," Mom said. "Or who we are."
I knew that, in essence. My mind totally understood what she meant, but still. My heart couldn't come to terms with it. Was I always Jane Austen? Or did my parents change my name? Does my anti-sensationalism thing come from my other mom, since it obviously didn't come from my parents?
I wanted to know.
I excused myself from the table. As I started up the stairs I stopped and heard Mom say, "See."
See what? I wondered.
I sent a quick text to Donovan, asking him if he liked Boston. He shot a response back within seconds, Boston it is!
Chapter 4
I held the railing as I walked down the stairs. One of those typical prom moments, except I was walking down to Autumn who stood by the couch looking amazing. Then he appeared with a smile on his face, wearing a dirty Adidas t-shirt and shorts with holes in them.
I was most definitely not going to blush.
"Look at you," Donovan said. "Blushing and everything."
I touched my face as I stepped off the stairs and he pulled me into a hug. "You look incredible."
"So do you. Even a little sweat to compliment the outfit." I laughed. "And Autumn. Wow!"
She spun in a circle and Eddie's jaw pretty much attached itself to the floor. I walked over and lifted it back to his other lip. "Better watch that thing. Someone might trip."
Mom wrapped her arms around me and sniffed.
"Oh, no, not again," I teased, then turned to hug her. "No crying. It's just a dance."
"Soon you'll be married and have children and I'm just going to miss all of this." She held my shoulders and moved one of my stray hairs back into place. "You look beautiful."
Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to Dad's glowing face. He pulled me into him and held me there longer than the others, then whispered, "I'm so proud of you. You look so pretty, darling, but what I'm more proud of is the beautiful woman you've become. I couldn't have asked for a better daughter."
"Thanks, Dad."
Mom took a few pictures of Autumn and I together by the fireplace mantle, then outside by the garden.
"Can I jump in?" Donovan asked. "I didn't get dressed up for nothing."
He stood between Autumn and I for a few pictures, then asked for a few with just me.
"Remember homecoming?" he said.
"Yeah. When you talked me into taking pictures with you on my back."
"Wanna try that now?"
"No. You'll break me in half now."
He laughed. "How about you jump on my back?"
"Are you guys done?" Mom said.
"One more, Mrs. Austen." He turned his back to me. "Come on. For the sake of old times and good memories."
"I'm in a dress."
"Oh, come on." He pretended to whine. "It won't hurt anything."
"Fine." I placed my hands on his shoulders and jumped up. He grabbed my legs and .... RIP!
"Donovan!" I yelled and slapped his shoulder. "I told you!"
He lowered me back to the ground.
"Um...." Autumn said. "Your dress is completely exposing your naughties now."
Donovan laughed. "Naughties?"
"Guys!" I snapped. "This isn't funny. I have nothing else to wear and I spent so much time working on this dress."
"Don't you have something somewhere?" Autumn whined. "We need to leave within thirty minutes or we'll be late. Can you fix it real quick on your sewing machine?"
"Seriously, Donovan. I told you!"
He looked at the back of my dress. "It's not that bad."
Mom put her arm around me. "Donovan, it's not gentlemanly to look."
Could this get any worse? "Okay. I'm going to try to fix this."
"Just put on something casual and I'll go with you like this."
Autumn laughed. "I'd love to see that."
"Then you won't have a
I pulled away from her hug. "You could've told me. Earlier, I mean. You know, save me from the emotional breakdown that happens when you find out you aren't who you think you are."
Dad laughed. "You always have been one to exaggerate. Even when you were a toddler."
"I'm serious. Not about the emotional breakdown, but I don't know who I am anymore."
"This doesn't change who you are, honey," Mom said. "Or who we are."
I knew that, in essence. My mind totally understood what she meant, but still. My heart couldn't come to terms with it. Was I always Jane Austen? Or did my parents change my name? Does my anti-sensationalism thing come from my other mom, since it obviously didn't come from my parents?
I wanted to know.
I excused myself from the table. As I started up the stairs I stopped and heard Mom say, "See."
See what? I wondered.
I sent a quick text to Donovan, asking him if he liked Boston. He shot a response back within seconds, Boston it is!
Chapter 4
I held the railing as I walked down the stairs. One of those typical prom moments, except I was walking down to Autumn who stood by the couch looking amazing. Then he appeared with a smile on his face, wearing a dirty Adidas t-shirt and shorts with holes in them.
I was most definitely not going to blush.
"Look at you," Donovan said. "Blushing and everything."
I touched my face as I stepped off the stairs and he pulled me into a hug. "You look incredible."
"So do you. Even a little sweat to compliment the outfit." I laughed. "And Autumn. Wow!"
She spun in a circle and Eddie's jaw pretty much attached itself to the floor. I walked over and lifted it back to his other lip. "Better watch that thing. Someone might trip."
Mom wrapped her arms around me and sniffed.
"Oh, no, not again," I teased, then turned to hug her. "No crying. It's just a dance."
"Soon you'll be married and have children and I'm just going to miss all of this." She held my shoulders and moved one of my stray hairs back into place. "You look beautiful."
Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to Dad's glowing face. He pulled me into him and held me there longer than the others, then whispered, "I'm so proud of you. You look so pretty, darling, but what I'm more proud of is the beautiful woman you've become. I couldn't have asked for a better daughter."
"Thanks, Dad."
Mom took a few pictures of Autumn and I together by the fireplace mantle, then outside by the garden.
"Can I jump in?" Donovan asked. "I didn't get dressed up for nothing."
He stood between Autumn and I for a few pictures, then asked for a few with just me.
"Remember homecoming?" he said.
"Yeah. When you talked me into taking pictures with you on my back."
"Wanna try that now?"
"No. You'll break me in half now."
He laughed. "How about you jump on my back?"
"Are you guys done?" Mom said.
"One more, Mrs. Austen." He turned his back to me. "Come on. For the sake of old times and good memories."
"I'm in a dress."
"Oh, come on." He pretended to whine. "It won't hurt anything."
"Fine." I placed my hands on his shoulders and jumped up. He grabbed my legs and .... RIP!
"Donovan!" I yelled and slapped his shoulder. "I told you!"
He lowered me back to the ground.
"Um...." Autumn said. "Your dress is completely exposing your naughties now."
Donovan laughed. "Naughties?"
"Guys!" I snapped. "This isn't funny. I have nothing else to wear and I spent so much time working on this dress."
"Don't you have something somewhere?" Autumn whined. "We need to leave within thirty minutes or we'll be late. Can you fix it real quick on your sewing machine?"
"Seriously, Donovan. I told you!"
He looked at the back of my dress. "It's not that bad."
Mom put her arm around me. "Donovan, it's not gentlemanly to look."
Could this get any worse? "Okay. I'm going to try to fix this."
"Just put on something casual and I'll go with you like this."
Autumn laughed. "I'd love to see that."
"Then you won't have a
Readers choose
Jagmohan Bhanver
Katie Clark
Robert Brown
Amanda Leigh Cowley
Stuart Handley
Tim Flannery
Beth Andrews