Chapter 1
DG knew sneaking out was dangerous, but at the moment, the only thing going through her head was a rush of adrenaline. She felt like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, with every twitch of a finger planned and she had to get out of there.
After she heard the sound of chimes passing by her window, DG ran to the balcony and watched a Gypsy caravan pass by.
She was inspired.
DG fashioned a cliché bed sheet rope, tied it securely to the railing of the balcony, fastened a hooded cape around her neck, and swung herself to the ground.
She would be a gypsy for tonight.
When the gypsies reached the encampment, DG hid behind the bushes until the festivities began. Everyone donned brightly colored masks and DG fashioned one for herself, lest she be recognized. One man sitting near the fire began playing a haunting tune on a pan flute and a few women began to dance.
DG couldn't help herself; she left her cape behind a tree and joined the dance. Before coming out of her hiding place, she modeled her own attire after one of the women so she wouldn't stick out, and no one seemed to notice that she wasn't one of them.
DG lost herself in the music, arms circling above her head, hair in her face. In a short time, others also joined in the dance and DG felt herself being pulled into a traditional dance by a very strong man. He effortlessly lifted her off the ground and DG danced nearly every dance with him.
She couldn't help herself, his energy was magnetizing.
"You dance as though you've done this your whole life. What's your name?" He asked huskily in her ear.
"Gwen," She lied quickly, inhaling the incense and smoke that swirled around her. She felt herself swiftly losing control of her body and it seemed like she was watching herself from the outside. She watched as 'Gwen' flirted lucidly, while DG was tied to a tree watching.
'Gwen' was a natural; DG could tell that the gypsy man thought her sexy. Suddenly, the man kissed 'Gwen's neck and DG tried to feel what 'Gwen' had to be feeling, but she couldn't. She saw her clone turn around and kiss the stranger, and suddenly DG tasted wine. The man led DG's counterpart away from the fire and into the dark trees, and DG knew nothing else.