Immortal Prophecy (The Immortal Prophecy Saga) by Samantha Adams, Kay Fry

It had been so long since Adele had seen anything but sorrow, loneliness and confusion reflected back at her. James is already working his magic and he doesn’t even know it yet, she thought smiling to herself.
    “Now run along and relax before tonight. Go lose yourself in that book you have been dying to read.”
    “Thanks Gran.”
    “You’re very welcome sweetie. Go relax. I will bring up another coffee soon.”
    Ally picked up the latest historical romance she had acquired. She had found that there was nothing more relaxing than losing herself in a good book. Alessandra had a weakness for historical romances. Some days she was convinced she had been born in the wrong century, she would have been more suited to the days when men were chivalrous, women wore beautiful dresses and everybody rode horses everywhere. It sounded magical to Ally who just happened to love all those things.
    It was one of the reasons she had loved her grandmother’s annual masquerade balls. She always felt like she was transported back to another century for the evening. Adele shared Ally’s love of all things historical. She used to tell her the most romantic stories about a warrior and his love in Scotland. They were so real that if she didn’t know better she would swear her Gran was telling her about something she had personally experienced.
    “Hmm reading in bed or the armchair?” Ally pondered aloud.
    She lit the fireplace in her room and got snuggled into the armchair with a blanket just as her grandmother brought her a cup of coffee and a melting moment.
    Ally beamed at her Gran. “Aw thanks Gran! Melting moment and all.”
    “Enjoy sweetie.”
    She got stuck into her book, coffee and biscuit.
    A few hours later, Ally was feeling so relaxed she was in a state of bliss and decided to move over to the bed to stretch out for a bit. Before she knew what had happened, she was sound asleep, dreaming of far off lands, chivalrous men on horses, ball gowns and parties.
    Adele crept into the room a couple of hours later and was sitting beside her on the bed. It was tempting to leave her sleeping. Ally looked so peaceful and content, something she didn’t see very often in her granddaughter these days, but she knew Ally would want time to get ready.
    The fact that Ally also remembered Vincent’s name troubled her. Maybe James was right and this was a bad idea, but what’s done is done and she’s finding out the truth tonight anyway, Adele thought.
    She gently nudged Ally, “Time to wake up sweetheart.”
    Ally opened her eyes slowly and stretched, “Gran?”
    “Time to get up.”
    “Oh, what time is it?”
    “It’s just on four so you have plenty of time.”
    “Thanks,” Ally said still trying to fight of the fogginess of sleep.
    “Go have a bath and take your time getting ready.”
    “Thanks.” Ally paused, “When is Kat getting here?”
    “She will be here in about an hour so you girls have time to catch up before the party.”
    Ally nodded and got up out of bed.
    Adele was about to leave the room, when she turned around saying, “I have invited someone here tonight who I think Kat may be interested in. They would make a wonderful couple. Her life might even cease to exist as she knows it.”
    Ally stopped dead in her tracks and looked right at her grandmother, “What did you say?”
    “That I invited someone for Kat.”
    “No you said that her life might cease to exist as she knows it.”
    Adele moved back towards Ally. “Is everything alright sweetie?”
    “Oh god, it’s happening again.”
    “What’s happening again?”
    “The predictions,” Ally said as she sank down onto the bed. “The predictions are starting again.”
    “Predictions?” Adele’s eyes lit up as she realised Ally was talking about Madame Isabella’s predictions all those years ago.
    “Yeah,” Ally answered distractedly.
    “You never did tell me what was said.”
    “To be honest, I just wanted to forget about it and pretend it never