Love, heartbreak, sassy friendships, ridiculous characters, a trip through memory lane and a wedding that doesn't seem like it should be happening.
I'm Fabiola Agostino. 24 years old and heading down the aisle. ...um. Maybe. A case of the jitters is freaking my freak and I'm looking at a limo like it's my God-send.
There is a Scottish hunk waiting at the end of that aisle, but somehow I’m not ready. How am I not able to see the luck that I’ve been kicked into?
Gideon Price, that’s why. The ding-dong that broke my heart and the reason I fled to England and met Dominic in the first place.
How am I supposed to stop myself from heading off a cliff in the wrong direction? I guess you'll find out if you keep reading. Hell, maybe even I'LL find out if I keep writing.
Maybe help is on the way. Help in the shape of a tiny black haired demon friend (not literally a demon) who keeps me in line and fed even though I've done diddly squat for her lately.
What am I doing? I barely know, but I’m hoping to find out.