To Stephanie Bedwell for loving everything I write even when it sucks. For obsessing over this book enough to read it a thousand times. You even caught my hidden FRIENDS references and told me so we could giggle together. You’ll always be the Monica to my Rachel, or is it the other way around, because we never settled on who’s who. Thank you for loving this book as much as me and pushing me towards publishing.
To Ryann Jansen – We finally did it! Thank you for sticking by my side and being the best critique partner I’ve ever had. I wish we met sooner, but I am so glad the universe finally brought us together. You are my southern belle, fellow Disney freak and I’m pretty sure we are secretly long lost sisters.
To Alyssa Little, for being by my side since we were obnoxious fifth-graders. You are my go to for all things creative, and I am so blessed to have you in my life forever and always. No matter how many states separate us now. Oh, and I’m the Mary.
And of course, to my amazing aunts (there are WAY too many to name.), cousins and my mother-in-law, Lynne Parkhurst, for being there, answering weird questions and pimping me out online. I look forward to many more times of hearing, “Am I going to get in trouble for Googling this?” No one is banging down our doors, yet.
To the readers, even though I don’t know you all by name, you matter the most. Because this book belongs to you now. Norah’s fate is in your hands!
Most importantly, to my father, who is no longer with us. He supported me the day I decided I wanted to be a singer, an actress, and even the day I told him I was going to be on Broadway. He drove me to rehearsals, went to all my plays, listened to me sing at the top of my lungs daily and only complained on days he had to pay bills. When I decided to try my hand at writing, he listened to my ideas in the middle of the night when neither of us could sleep. He sent me encouraging text messages when my books were rejected by agents, and never once said my dreams were out of reach. Even though he isn’t here physically to celebrate, I know he is in spirit. And while some people questioned the way I chose to live my life, made fun of me even, he and my mother stood by my side. Their support unwavering. For that I am eternally grateful.
And lastly, to my Savior, because without you, I am nothing.
About the Author
Angela Parkhurst lives and breathes the Florida sunshine. When she isn’t writing and destroying fairytales, Angela spends her time chasing her toddler, drinking too much coffee, reading, going to Disney World, watching HGTV, singing show tunes, and hanging out with her friends, family, ridiculously talented husband and their two energetic mini-doxins.
For up to date information and news on her other books, please visit www.AngelaParkhurstBooks.com
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