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Chapter One Julianne Arabella Sanders walked the streets of the city she loved the most—Paris. Her family owned a glass factory here and her father often came. Sometimes, he took them with him. And every time she went, she would fall in love with the city over and over again. But this particular visit to Paris was special. This time she was all by herself. She was free to be who she wanted to be and do whatever she wanted. She only had two weeks left of life as she knew it. She could have an adventure, assume a different identity, make mistakes, fall in love and make her dreams come true. But once her time was up, she would no longer be free to decide her own fate. She would pledge all her days, all her tomorrows—her present and her future—to a man she had only met twice, and didn’t really like. She would follow her stupid family tradition of arranged marriages and be miserable for all eternity. She tried to fight her fate, but her father had always been known to be a stubborn man. When he made up his mind, that was it. No turning back, no reasoning with him, no changing his mind. Not even her twin brother, Gian, heir of their business empire and future head of the family could do anything about it. This vacation was the most that Gian could do for her. He had a long discussion with their father and he managed to bargain for her temporary freedom. She remembered the day before she left for her vacation. She received a strange and annoying phone call from Patrick McAllister, her would-be fiancé. “I don’t really agree with this adventure of yours,” he told her. “Well, unfortunately, you have no say in the matter,” she replied dryly. “Yet,” he emphasized. ‘This guy has some nerve,’ she thought angrily, but she managed to keep her voice cool. “Is there a real purpose for this call?” “Well, yes,” he replied. “I called to say that while you’re on this little adventure of yours, you must mind your actions.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you always have to remember that you will soon be a Mc