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The Juliet Spell

I had to play Juliet. I’d studied the part, I gave great reading, even with Bobby staring at my butt the whole time. But had I been good enough to beat Vivian? Wasn’t there anything else I could do?

Maybe. Maybe the old witch’s spell kit I had under my bed would help level the playing field.

As if. Instead of giving me that famous role, it gave me a famous person—sort of. Shakespeare. Well, Edmund Shakespeare. William’s younger brother.

Good thing he’s sweet and helpful with the play…and—ahem—maybe a little hot. But he’s from the past. Way past. Cars amaze him—cars! And cell phones? Ugh.

Still, there’s something about him that’s making my eyes go star-crossed….