Another little excerpt from Heavenly Revenge. The story started a few posts ago. Just go back there, if you’re not sure what the story is about.
Still cuddled within Lily’s soft arms, Rose glanced around with wonder. “I’m…really dead?”
Wilma nodded, and Lily hugged her harder.
“How do you know about me?”
Lily backed away from Rose but still clung to her hands. “We’ve always known about you, my dear. It was terrible when your parents died. You were so young.”
Wilma’s eyes softened. “We were proud of you, Rose, always. After such a dreadful start in life, to emerge so strong and talented is a credit to you.”
“When you won your scholarship to the Conservatory,” Lily said, smiling, “I thought I’d burst with pride. But then…”
Drawing her hands away from Lily’s, Rose finished her sentence. “But then I met Josh.” Sympathetic silence ensued as she remembered what she now knew were the last moments of her life.
On stage, as she’d waited for Joshua, she’d stared out at the empty seats, to be filled that night with eager, music-loving bodies. The famous orchestra, presumably minus the lead violin, tuned up behind her. But the billboards outside screamed only two names—Joshua Davis and Rosalind Harris. She and Josh had come a long way since meeting up at the Conservatory. He played the piano superbly, and she played the flute brilliantly. A match made in heaven.
Josh. God, she’d been such an easy mark for him. A sucker. Straight out of school. A virgin. She’d fallen for every one of his lies. The biggest one being that he loved her.