Synopsis: Julianne counts the days until she can pack her bags and leave her old-money, tradition-bound Southern town where appearance is everything and secrecy is a way of life. A piano virtuoso, she dreams of attending a prestigious music school in Boston. Failure is not an option, so she enlists the help of New England Conservatory graduate Isaac Laroche.
Julianne can’t understand why Isaac suddenly gave up Boston’s music scene to return to the South. He doesn’t know her life depends on escaping it before she inherits her mother’s madness. Isaac knows he must resist his attraction to a student ten years his junior, but loneliness and jealousy threaten his resolve.
Their indiscretion at a Mardi Gras ball—the pinnacle event for Mobile’s elite—forces their present wants and needs to collide with sins of the past.
Will Julianne accept the help she’s offered and get everything she ever wanted, or will she self-destruct and take Isaac down with her?
The scene takes place several years before the book and ties into a scene in Chapter Nine. Isaac walks Juli to her door after his guest performance with the Mobile Symphony, and she gets weirded out:
"This is like the end of a date, with that awkward will he or won’t he? moment. I haven’t had to worry about that since sophomore year with Patrick Mumford. He saw Mama have a come-apart—one of her fits—one time and made sure to tell everyone he knew. That took care of the will he or won’t he? problem. Until tonight."
And here is the scene!
I [EXTRA SCENE Juli’s POV—takes place three years before the book when Juli is 14]
The movie sucked, but I wasn’t really paying attention anyway. Patrick Mumford’s arm around my shoulders was my main focus and how every time he shifted, he tugged my hair a little harder and I had to scoot down a little lower in my seat. I could have just told him, but this being our first date, I was too nervous.
Once it was over, Patrick flashed me a shy smile. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah. It was great.”
“Me too.” That’s when he reached for my hand and starbursts shimmered through my veins. I returned his shy smile. We both blinked at the harsh light of the setting sun and searched the parking lot for my brother R.J.’s truck. Patrick’s mama had dropped us off, but my parents conned R.J. into picking me up now that he had his driver’s license.
I don’t think being his little sister’s chauffeur is what he had in mind when he passed his test and they gave him that little piece of plastic. He should have been suspicious when Mama and Daddy gave him a used pick-up truck for his birthday—a truck that was nowhere to be seen in the theater’s parking lot.
For the first fifteen minutes we stood outside holding hands and making awkward conversation. As the minutes ticked by, my hand got slicker and sweatier until I finally pulled it out of Patrick’s, breaking the little connection we’d managed to build. Dread settled low in my gut as we ran out of things to talk about and Patrick began kicking cigarette butts on the sidewalk. After that he pulled out his cell phone.
“Want me to call my parents?” The wicked blush of shame spread across my cheeks, followed by anger at my family’s betrayal.
Just then, a silver SUV lumbered up to the curb. Mama’s SUV.
“Get in,” she barked out the open window. Patrick glanced at me but I couldn’t meet his eyes. Then Mama huffed when he opened the door for me and waited until I was settled before trotting around to the other side to get in.
“Where’s R.J.? He was supposed to pick us up half an hour ago.”
“I’m aware,” she snapped. “Coach Freeman called him in for a meeting. Wonder what he screwed up this time.”
I pressed my lips together in a thin line, wishing I hadn’t asked and desperately hoping my question wouldn’t prompt a tirade.
“I’m sorry, Mama.” Stores and restaurants sped by outside my window.
“Are you really? Were you sorry while you sat in there watching that inane drivel they call movies these days, shoving buttery popcorn in your mouth when you know you can’t afford to gain any more weight or you’ll get dropped from Junior Court? I bet you were really sorry while you were sucking face with Patrick. I know you don’t have any self-control. How far did you let him go, dear? No, don’t tell me. He’ll brag to all his little friends, and then it’ll get back to his mama and she’ll call me with all the disgusting details. Then we’ll have to do damage control to try and save your reputation before there’s a line of white trash at the back door waiting for their turn with you.”
Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. They spilled over when we pulled up to a gorgeous white house and my date bolted out of the SUV without a word.
That was my first and last date with Patrick Mumford.
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