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I realized that I was cold.
    Snowy hills appeared with a backdrop of mountains and a gorgeous blue sky. And then there stood Polly. She wore heavy gear, and although I had no idea what mountain climbers wore, I assumed the costume was probably pretty accurate.
    I couldn’t help but curve my lips in a smile as I watched her look out in the audience just before she was accompanied by another actor.
    He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was good-looking. Tall, with dark features, and a gorgeous-looking physique. I actually felt like I was looking at a man who climbed mountains in his free time.
    Polly leaned into him, lovingly.
    “It’s so beautiful, Tim,” she sighed, continuing to look out into the audience.
    “You’re beautiful,” he said, and immediately my eyes rolled to the back of my head. A love story? Really?
    Polly sighed contently, just before pulling away so that she could turn to face him.
    Their eyes locked, and I shuddered at how convincing she was.
    I felt like I was watching an actual corny scene take place, rather than a made-up one.
    I watched, mesmerized, as the man lifted her chin with his finger and thumb, and found myself sitting at the edge of my seat when her eyes closed longingly and he leaned in and kissed her.
    I was surprised by the kiss so soon, or their confessions of love at all, for that matter. I wondered if that meant the play might lead into some sort of treacherous zone. I mean the main characters never got together until the end, unless something bad was going to happen. And I knew, right then, that I was already intrigued. I was in it. I was in the story. It had enveloped me.
    My hands gripped the arm of the chair so tightly that my knuckles turned red then white.
    I could hear Derek chuckle from beside me.
    I couldn't tell if it was me that he was amused with, or if it was seeing Polly so intimate with someone in such a cheesy love scene. Regardless, my eyes remained forward.
    “I don’t think anything is going to spoil this!” Polly giggled, pulling away from the kiss.
    “Five months in paradise, babe!” Tim countered, grabbing onto her shoulders. “It's going to be a dream come true.” He smirked in what I could only call a perfect Derek-esque fashion.
    “You’re a dream come true,” she said with a smirk, pulling him into another embrace.
    “I love you, Julia,” he whispered, but only faintly.
    I scoffed, despite the tenderness in the moment. I couldn’t blame her and all the canoodling with such a hunk of man. He was hot, and it looked super cold on that “mountain”. I was cold just sitting in the audience of a play about a mountain. If I was actually smack dab on something with snow all over it, I would have stayed huddled up to him the entire time. That was for sure.
    “Are you checking that dude out?” Derek whispered, feigning offense.
    “I was!” Abigail whispered in response.
    I nudged them both lightly, laughing. “Watch the play, guys!”
    And then the piano started playing once again—funny, because I didn’t realize that it had even quit in the first place—and the lights on the stage went black once again.
    And when they turned back on, we were in a different scene, inside what looked like a cabin. Julia and Tim sat at a small round wooden table, and they were talking in hushed, but easy and light-hearted tones.
    Yeah, their fates didn’t look good.
    Was this a horror play? Was a monster or Yeti or even a crazy, risen-from-the-dead slasher man going to murder them?
    I should have taken bets.
    I watched as the actors conversed. They leaned close to one another, their body language reading like two people in love.
    “I just can’t believe we’re here,” Julia said to Tim, as they sat at their adorable little cabin table. She reached out and grabbed his hand.
    “We just need to get out on that mountain,” he replied. “We only have a few months of leave to conquer that bad boy.”
    “My mom thinks we’re