Dear Mystery Guy (Magnolia Sisters Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

know, I still want to know what happened.
    Sometimes I want to know so badly that I drive myself mad with questions.
    I always wonder about my past. Who am I related to? Who slashed my throat? Who am I?
    Sometimes I must confess, I think God is getting tired of me because I ask him this question a lot. I mean a lot. Matron used to tell me that God would reveal everything in his own sweet time.
    And I believe he will. But I still wonder, you know, and I do get impatient. I feel like an incomplete puzzle. A piece is missing but where is it?
    God knows but he isn't telling me. The older I get the more urgent the question becomes. Where is my puzzle piece?
    Some days I stand and look in the mirror and I search my features one by one. I have light brown eyes. They are very distinct--my best feature, I think. They look like clear honey with a ring of darker brown around them. Caitlin calls them mysterious pools of light gold. She's the writer. I went researching one day and found out that amber eyes are pretty rare.
    Anyway, I look for my eyes on every person I meet. Every day, I wish that I could meet somebody with my eyes. It has been twelve years since I was rescued and not once have I seen anybody that has my eyes or even looks remotely like me.
    Maybe that's why I am feeling so down lately.
    How are you feeling? I am curious about you. Well, curious is putting it mildly. Of all the people in the entire world, of all the men on the planet, you are the most fascinating one I've never met.
    LOL, got it? I've never met you and yet...a part of me feels so attracted to you. I wonder about you. Where do you live? What do you do? Are you married? Do you have children? Have you ever seen me at the supermarket? If you did, would you like me?
     
     
    Della stopped writing and closed her eyes. Maybe she should cross that bit out. She sounded like a desperate person starving for male attention. And that was far from the truth. She got male attention, and frequently. She wasn't unattractive. She even had a boyfriend of sorts: Mike from church.
    He said that he loved her. He learned sign language so that they could communicate easily. He sent her flowers. He bought her chocolates every week and sent little love notes with them and he didn't mind her scar. He barely noticed it.
    To top it off, he had a good job as an IT supervisor at a bank and he recently bought an apartment in a nicer side of town and he wanted to marry her. He had asked her three months ago. Mike should have been perfect for her and yet...
    She imagined his kind eyes as they had looked down at her. His hands had trembled as he clutched her hand. She had waited with a kind of nameless dread as he cleared his throat and stumbled over his proposal. His Adam's apple had looked huge against his slim neck as he had asked the question, "Della will you marry me?"
    For the first time in her life she was happy that she couldn't vocalize her thoughts because she knew she was going to say no. She had stood there and summed him up as he waited nervously. He was tall and gangly; he had a great personality, very pleasant. Very ordinary.
    And she just didn't like Mike like that. Not like she liked a total stranger that she only saw on Thursdays.
    Her first thought after Mike asked her to marry him was that she didn't even know her real name. She was not really Della Gold. That was a name given to her by the home. She couldn't get married to a man she didn't love and with a name that was not hers.
    She wanted a genuine marriage. Everything else about her was fiction; she needed to have a real sort of marriage.
    She closed the book. She hadn't even told her sisters about the proposal. She was pretending that it never happened. She had told Mike that she would think about it but she hadn't really given it a serious thought.
    Maybe that was what was bugging her and causing her nightmares. Mike had proposed in the same week that she had started working at the supermarket and she had been