New York assistant magazine editor Charlie Moreau never forgot the day the most popular guy in school, Will Russo broke her heart. Fortunately, she left that naive teenage girl behind in Belmont, North Carolina and reinvented herself. But when she encounters Will in New York nearly ten years later, she's stunned when he wants her to give him a second chance. Charlie has to decide if she should go all in or if she should continue to protect her heart from a guy who has a reputation for only caring about his own bottom line.
Nick Russo has always let his little brother, Will take the spotlight. But when he discovers that Will is pursuing Charlie Moreau, the girl he's secretly loved for years, Nick knows he needs to step up or he'll lose her forever. Good thing he's never been afraid of breaking the rules.
New York assistant magazine editor Charlie Moreau never forgot the day the most popular guy in school, Will Russo broke her heart. Fortunately, she left that naive teenage girl behind in Belmont, North Carolina and reinvented herself. But when she encounters Will in New York nearly ten years later, she's stunned when he wants her to give him a second chance. Charlie has to decide if she should go all in or if she should continue to protect her heart from a guy who has a reputation for only caring about his own bottom line.
Nick Russo has always let his little brother, Will take the spotlight. But when he discovers that Will is pursuing Charlie Moreau, the girl he's secretly loved for years, Nick knows he needs to step up or he'll lose her forever. Good thing he's never been afraid of breaking the rules.
Brisk October air swept through the New York City subway
station. People hurried on and off the subway trains to get to
their destinations. The cool morning temperature forced many
of the travelers to hold their coats closer to their bodies or tighten up
their scarves, but nothing slowed them down. New York and its
inhabitants didnât slow down for much of anything, a lesson that
Charlie Moreau learned very quickly when sheâd moved to the city
more than five years ago.
Charlie came from Belmont, North Carolina, a small town where
everyone knew everyone and secrets didnât stay secrets for long.
Mostly everyone who lived in Belmont never left, whereas Charlie
couldnât wait to get out and had no plans of going back, unless it was
for a visit.
As Charlie made her way up the stairs of the subway station and
out onto the sidewalk, she quickly shoved her hands into her jacket
pockets before the cold could do any damage. It wasnât even eight in
the morning and the streets were already bustling. Charlie loved how
alive New York was no matter the time of the day; nothing could
compare to it.
She hurried into The Grind, a small coffee shop she visited
almost every morning before going to work.
âGood morning, Louise,â Charlie said as she approached the
counter. The petite, elderly woman greeted her with a warm smile.
âGood morning, Charlie. Chilly out there today, isnât it?â
âYeah it is, but itâs supposed to warm up later.â
âLetâs hope so. Hereâs your usualâlarge, non-fat latte with an
extra shot. I threw in a pumpkin muffin for you to taste,â Louise
said, handing her a small bag.
âYouâre the best. How much do I owe you?â
âThree fifty. The muffin is on the house.â
âAre you sure?â
âOf course, enjoy.â
Charlie slid a five-dollar bill across the counter and smiled as she
walked over to her usual table. She slipped off her leather jacket and
sat down. Taking her first sip of her coffee, she smiled. She loved
starting her morning with a cup of Louiseâs coffee.
Louise and her husband, Marty, opened The Grind in 1972. It
had started out as just a coffee shop, but over the last several years
they had upgraded the menu to serving simple food items such as
soups, salads, sandwiches, and baked goods like muffins. From the
first moment Charlie walked through the door five years ago, she felt
comfortable there.
She took another sip of coffee before pulling the muffin out of
the bag. She broke it in half and shoved a piece in her mouth. It was
perfect: moist, not overly spiced, and packed just the right amount of
sweetness.
When Charlie looked up, her best friend, Teddy, was walking
through the door.
âWoo! That cold air could chap even the most moisturized
skin!â he announced as he headed to the counter. âGood morning,
beautiful.â
âYouâre too sweet to me, Teddy.â Louise smiled as she handed
him his coffee in exchange for a few dollar bills.
Teddy joined Charlie at their table and quickly unknotted his
scarf before sitting down. âNice jacket youâve got there.â
âThanks. It helps when your best friend works in fashion and
basically commands your wardrobe.â
âThis is true.â Teddy grinned.
Teddy Owens worked at Bloomingdales as a personal shopper
and as an assistant stylist on the fashion catalog for the store, but he
longed to have his own fashion line like his idol, Michael Kors. With
his talent, Charlie had no doubt that Teddy would one day be a
household name. All he needed was someone to give him the
opportunity to show his designs and the rest would fall into place.
Like so many people in New York, talent wasnât really the issue: it
was being at the right place at the right time and finding the right
connections.
Not only did Teddy design beautiful clothes, but he was also beautiful to look at. His light brown hair was perfectly styled, his skin
was flawless, and his baby blue eyes sparkled. Teddy kept in great
shape and at almost six foot three, he couldâve easily been a fashion
model for any magazine. Today he wore gray trousers, a crisp white
button-down shirt, and a gray blazer with white and gray piping
around the collar and cuffs.
They met right after she moved to New York. Charlie was on
the bus when Teddy got on and took the seat right next to her. She
immediately noticed his snakeskin loafers and thought he had a cool
sense of style. He took one look at her faded denim shorts, T-shirt,
and flip-flops and said, âWhat country town did you roll in from?â
Charlie was stunned, but there was something in his eyes that made
her feel comfortable talking to him. As soon as she told him where
she was from, he happily welcomed her to Paradise, as he referred to
New York. He offered to act as her personal tour guide, and at first
Charlie was a little hesitant to accept help from a stranger, but she
trusted her gut and her gut told her that Teddy was a good guy.
Over the past five years, theyâd become like two peas in a pod.
She couldnât imagine life in New York without him. Teddy was
Charlieâs family away from home and she was his.
Charlie slid the other half of her muffin across the table.
âThat had better be non-fat,â Teddy said.
âItâs not, but itâs from Louise, so eat it and weâll do extra cardio
at the gym tonight.â
Teddy sighed and took a bite. âWow, thatâs an addiction waiting
to happen.â
She chuckled as she took another bite of her half.
âWe canât go to the gym tonight. Weâre going to the opening for
Clove,â Teddy reminded her.
âOh, thatâs right.â Clove was a new bar that was opening in
Murray Hill near where Charlie lived. Their main attraction was their
rooftop bar.
âItâs going to be a perfect night for a rooftop party,â he
continued.
âYeah, a toasty fifty degrees,â Charlie laughed.
âThat Southern blood of yours still canât handle the cold.â
She stuck her tongue out at Teddy before taking a sip of her
coffee. âForget the weather. Do you know anyone who can get us
in?â
âHis name is Kevin, and heâs a bartender trying to pay his way
through law school. Heâs gorgeous, charming, the usual bartender
type. We met a few weeks ago when he was trying to pick out an
outfit for a job interview.â
âNaturally you helped him?â
Teddy nodded.
âWell, if heâs smart, heâll snatch you right up.â Charlie smiled at
him.
âI guess weâll find out.â
Teddy was the type who never committed to anyone. Rather
than get sucked into a relationship, he claimed he was only looking to
have fun, but Charlie knew he was just trying to protect his heart.
âHowâs everything at wedding central?â
She rolled her eyes. Her oldest brother, Jason, was getting
married in the spring and her mother wouldnât stop harping on the
fact that Charlie didnât have a plus-one. Teddy was getting his own
invitation, so he wasnât an option. âLast night my mother told me she
could fix me up with her friendâs nephew. I told her to forget it.â
âMaybe heâs a nice guy?â
âThe last time she set me up, the guy spent the whole dinner
talking about himself and then flirted with the waitress right in front
of me.â
âOkay, so he was a jerk, but it wouldnât kill you to put yourself
out there more.â
âIââ
Teddy held up his hand to cut her off. âYour problem is you fail
to recognize how gorgeous you are. Youâre five foot tenâwhich is
model height by the wayâyouâve got a great rack, youâre naturally
thin, your skin has the âIâm from the south so I always look tanâ glow,
that wavy, jet-black hair of yours makes you look like youâre from a
tropical island, and combined with those blue eyesâyouâre a knock
out. Instead of working it, you try to pretend like youâre ordinary.
Honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but you are most certainly not
ordinary.â
Charlie had never thought of herself as pretty, let alone
gorgeous. Sheâd always been the tall, awkward girl with glasses and
her nose stuck in a book. Maintaining a low profile while she was in
school, sheâd mainly hung around with her best friend since
kindergarten, Tess Carmichael, but unless someone had associated her with her brothers sheâd been relatively unnoticed.
Jason, the oldest, was a star athlete. He excelled at just about any
sport he played, but football had always been his passion. He had
received dozens of scholarship offers for college and had ended up
choosing the University of Tennessee. After college, he went right
into the NFL draft and with a little bit of luck, was selected by their
hometown team, the Carolina Panthers. Six years later, he was still
playing for the Panthers and was having one of the best seasons of
his career.
Danny was also good at sports, but he wasnât as dedicated to it
as Jason was. He preferred building things. Heâd attended Georgia
Tech, where heâd studied architectural design. He now owned his
own company that he operated out of Charlotte.
Charlie had always focused heavily on her schoolwork in high
school, and soon received her own scholarship offers. Once she was
at Duke, she had focused on her dream to become a writer or editor
for a big-time magazine. She had been content to stick to her
bookworm, shy girl ways, but her roommate had been able to get her
to break out of her shell somewhat, convincing her to ditch her
glasses for contacts and wear a little bit of makeup.
However, it was Teddy who had revamped Charlieâs look. Heâd
taught her how to do her hair and makeup, heâd shown her the types
of clothes that would accentuate her figure rather than hide it, and
heâd given her a crash course on grooming habits such as manicures,
pedicures, waxing, and even working out. Despite the new clothes
and better overall appearance, most days Charlie still felt like the
awkward, nerdy girl sheâd always been.
Guys had always overlooked her, which had left her feeling like
that was the way it was supposed to be. She had made the terrible
mistake of believing that one of the most popular guys in high
school, Will Russo, actually liked her after they were paired together
for a school project, but that had turned out to be a cruel joke. After
that, she swore she would never open herself up to that kind of hurt
ever again, so she kept herself relatively closed off when it came to
men.
Her most serious relationship had been during her junior year of
college. Sheâd gone on a bunch of dates with a guy in her
communications class, and one night after returning from a movie,
Charlie invited him back to her dorm knowing her roommate was out. Sheâd decided he was a nice enough guy, which was why she
figured he was the perfect candidate to take her virginity. It had been
nice, but when things fizzled out between them, she wasnât
heartbroken. Hoping that someone would want to stick around for
the long run, that kind of thinking was what got you hurt, especially
in Charlieâs experience.
Since sheâd moved to New York, Charlie had dated here and
there, but mostly focused her energy on her career and her friends.
Dating usually meant drama, and Charlie refused to waste time on
drama. She figured when the right person came along, then she could
worry about it, but until then she had other things to keep her
occupied.
She stuffed her last bit of muffin into her mouth and washed it
down with coffee. âI appreciate the compliments, but Iâm okay with
not having a date for Jasonâs wedding. Iâd rather just have fun and
not worry about having to babysit someone.â
âWell, maybe there will be a hot groomsman.â
âYeah and if there is youâll try to fight me for him.â They both
laughed. âSo, whatâs going on in the fashion world today?â
âI have a holiday photo shoot in Central Park. All white outfits
with green accents. Itâs going to be very chic.â
âI have no doubt. â
âSpeaking of clothes, what are you wearing tonight?â
âI donât know yet.â
âOkay, well take pictures and send them to me for approval.â
Charlie nodded. âIâll meet you there around eight?â
âYeah, thatâs perfect.â
âWell, Iâve got a staff meeting at nine thirty so I should get
going.â
They tossed their trash, kissed each other on the cheek, waved
goodbye to Louise, and headed to their respective offices.
Across town, another New Yorker had already started his work day.
Will Russo sat at the conference table at Bender/Infeld, one of the
largest corporate law firms in the city. His boss, Derek Martin, was
one of the most successful lawyers at the firm, and Will was lucky
enough to be his associate. Will was originally from Belmont, North Carolina, a small town just outside of Charlotte. Despite his Southern roots, he loved the
fast-paced lifestyle of New York City. He grew up in a big, Italian
family with an older brother and two sisters, both older and younger,
and as much as he loved them, Will had wanted a life of his own
away from his family. Heâd moved to the city after high school to
attend Fordham and then went on to Fordham Law. After
graduation, he had an internship lined up at GQâs corporate office,
and in less than two years, thanks to a lot of hard work and excellent
letters of recommendation, Will got a job at Bender/Infeld. When he
had his recruiting interview with Derek, they instantly clicked. Derek
had been with the firm for about ten years. He was smart,
resourceful, a little cocky, and demanding, but Will respected him. He
hoped to build a successful reputation like Derekâs one day.
Will looked across the table at their opposing council and their
client. They were whispering amongst themselves and appeared like
they were trying to make some kind of decision.
âGentlemen, letâs cut to the chase. Your client wrongfully
terminated our client because he didnât want to put a female in a
managerial position. He unfairly passed her over for a job that she
was more than qualified for and when she voiced her concerns, your
client fired her for insubordination. We have signed affidavits from
ten other women in the company who were also passed over for
promotions so unless you want to drag this out and have your client
be forever known as a sexist pig, I suggest that you have him sign the
papers, pay her the damages of $1.5 million and we can move on with
our lives,â Derek told them.
The attorneys whispered to their client once more, he nodded
and then picked up the pen to sign the settlement papers. The client
scowled but the grin never left Derekâs face. They pushed away from
the conference table and started to leave.
âAlways a pleasure to see you,â Derek said as they filed out of
the room. Will looked over and saw their client, Rebecca Parker,
beaming.
âThank you both so much,â she said. âThis money will more
than help me start over, but more importantly you saved my
reputation. Now I donât have to worry about not getting hired
because Howard gave me a bad recommendation.â
Will looked at Rebecca and felt a swell of pride. He had been the one that convinced Derek to take her case. She had worked as a sales
associate at Bradley Foods for over twenty years and was more than
qualified to go into a management position. Her supervisor told her
that she wasnât management material and when she started asking
around, she found out that her manager was told not to promote
females. Once she had gathered enough information, she went to
Bender/Infeld looking for help. Will had to show Derek that they
had enough of a case against Bradley Foods before Derek would
even listen to him, but heâd managed to convince the other women
to come forward to prove that Bradley was discriminating against
their female employees. Will knew he was lucky that Derek allowed
him to be so hands-on. Many other associates werenât trusted to find
worthwhile cases and instead got stuck with the grunt work.
They walked Rebecca out to the reception area and said their
goodbyes.
âThat was a good win,â Will said.
âThey knew they were backed into a corner, and they werenât
going to run the risk of this going public. You did well in convincing
the other women to come forward.â
âThank you.â Will grinned.
âAs a reward, Iâve decided to give you your first solo client.â
They entered Derekâs office, a spacious corner suite with a
gorgeous view of Manhattan.
âSeriously?â
âYes, seriously.â Derek unbuttoned his very expensive suit jacket
and sat down at his desk. Will took a seat across from him. âNYC
Lights magazine just hired us as their legal counsel. Tomorrow
morning youâre going to go meet with their editor-in-chief. Someone
has been supposedly leaking their stories to their competitor, Empire
Magazine. They want all of their employees to sign confidentiality
agreements so theyâll think twice about leaking information. They
think some legal muscle will keep everyone in line.â
Derek handed Will a folder. âOkay, I can do that,â Will said.
âIâll have more details for you later.â Will sat there looking
through the folder. Heâd have it memorized by tomorrow.
âDo you plan at staring at that all day, or do you plan on going
to do some work?â
Will jumped up. âYes, sorry. Iâm going.â He turned back and
faced Derek. âThanks a lot for this. I wonât let you down.â Derek nodded and Will left his office feeling like this was the start of good
things to come.
As he headed back to his cubicle, he couldnât help but think of
his father and what he would say about this turn of events. Sal Russo
had also been a lawyer, but rather than doing battle in the corporate
world, heâd had a small practice in their hometown. He loved the law
and also loved helping people. Will remembered how proud his
father was when heâd told him heâd been accepted to law school.
Even though Will never expressed any interest in returning home to
join his fatherâs law firm, his father had been proud that he was
following in his footsteps.
It had been a little over a year since his father had died, although
it felt like it had just happened. He could still remember getting the
call from his older sister, Laura, telling him he needed to get on the
first flight home. Their father had suffered a massive heart attack and
was gone. Everything after that was a blur. Will didnât remember
booking his plane ticket or even being on the plane, all he
remembered was his sisters picking him up at the airport and the
empty feeling when he walked into his parentsâ house knowing that
his father wasnât coming back. He shook his head at the memory.
There was no time for dwelling. Will went back to work to focus on
his future.
Charlie stepped off of the elevator on the twenty-sixth floor and
walked through the door for NYC Lights. She said good morning to
her coworkers as she made her way to her desk. As an assistant editor
she didnât have her own office, but rather her desk was in the area
right outside her bossâ office.
She dropped her bag on her desk and noticed her phone was
flashing with voicemail messages. There was also a large stack of
papers on her desk that she knew she needed to get through today.
Their holiday issue was due before Halloween so Charlie had to make
sure they stayed on schedule and reviewed everything they wanted to
get in the issue.
âI am swearing off dating!â a voice announced. Charlie looked
up and saw her coworker and friend, Morgan, standing in her doorway. âGood morning to you too. What happened?â
âI went on a second date with that guy I met on Match.com, you
know, the financial adviser? We were having dinner, everything was
going fine and then one of his ex-girlfriends walks into the restaurant,
and he started talking to her like I wasnât even there! Can you
imagine? After ten minutes of that, I got up and left. He didnât even
seem bothered by my leaving! Ugh!â Morgan tossed her long, reddish
hair over her shoulders and sighed.
Morgan was petite compared to Charlie at five foot four with a
few extra curves on her. Her bright green eyes were her best feature,
which went perfectly with her peaches and cream complexion.
Morgan was a native New Yorker and loved the fast paced, high
stress, competitive nature of magazine publishing. At twenty-four,
she was one of the youngest assistant editors and Charlie had no
doubt that she would make her way up the ranks quickly.
âWell, clearly he was an idiot and that has nothing to do with
you. Youâre a catch! Any guy would be lucky to have you.â
âRight now Iâd like to curse the entire male sex on principle
alone.â
Charlie chuckled. âI can understand your sentiment on that.â
âAnyway, do you want to go to spin class with me tonight and
then go eat really inappropriate food that we can justify by the fact
that we went to spin class?â
âNormally, Iâd love to eat really inappropriate food with you, but
Iâve got that opening at Clove with Teddy tonight.â
âOh thatâs right! Leave it to Teddy to have a way in,â Morgan
laughed. âOkay, well then I guess Iâll agonize alone and get it over
with. Iâll see you at the staff meeting.â
Morgan turned to walk out, but Charlie called after her, âHey
Morgan, donât let this get you down, seriously.â
âThanks. Iâll see you later.â Charlie smiled as her friend walked
away.
She sat down at her desk and began listening to the voicemails.
Her boss walked in just moments after Charlie hung up the phone.
âGood morning, Jamie.â
âMorning. I wouldâve been here sooner but Olivia couldnât find
her pink headband and was refusing to go to school without it.
Luckily, it just fell behind her dresser so crisis averted.â
Charlie followed Jamie into her office as she tossed her bag on her chair and hung her coat on a rack in the corner. âI know we have
a lot to get through for the holiday issue so I wanted to get here well
before the staff meeting, but the headband took precedence.â Jamie
shook her head and sighed.
âItâs okay, Iâve got a list of our potential topics for the issue and
Iâve already got calls in for tickets for various events.â
âThank you for always being on the ball. I know you understand
the importance of the holiday issue.â
Charlie nodded. âWeâve got a lot of great stuff to showcase this
year; itâs going to be amazing.â
Jamie took a seat and began looking through the paperwork on
her desk. Charlie handed her a few of her messages and then gave her
a minute to get situated.
She knew she was very lucky that sheâd been assigned to Jamie.
Jamie Dunn was the editor of the attractions section of NYC Lights
and she allowed Charlie to be very hands on. In the year and a half
Charlie had worked under Jamie she had learned so much. Jamie
made a point of asking Charlieâs opinion as well as taking her to
events and venues they were reviewing so she knew questions to ask
or things to look for when doing a review.
Even though she was less than ten years older than Charlie,
Jamie managed a high-stress, heavy workload and never missed her
kidsâ dance recitals or soccer games.
Jamieâs daughter, Olivia, was ten with the personality of a
twenty-five-year-old and her eight-year-old son, Henry, was a ball of
energy. She and her husband, Michael, had a well-balanced marriage
from what Charlie could see. If Jamie had to work late, Michael was
always there to pick up the kids or cook dinner, and if Jamie needed
to stay home, she brought work with her and had Charlie keep her
informed on the important things happening at the office.
Charlie looked to Jamie as a role model, personally and
professionally, and hoped that one day she could balance being
successful and having a family, too.
âAfter the staff meeting, youâve got a meeting with the art
department to discuss the space and layout for the holiday issue,
thatâs at ten thirty.â
âOkay. Did you call Roger over at Radio City Music Hall?â
âYes, heâs got our names on the list for the previews of the
Christmas Spectacular. The tickets should be in by the end of the week.â
âPerfect. Thatâs going to be one of the big ones.â
âWell, it is the Rockettesâ eighty-fifth birthday, so itâs kind of a
big deal,â Charlie chuckled.
âIâd say so.â
âDo you want your usual coffee before the meeting?â
Jamieâs eyes lit up. âYes, that would be fantastic.â
Charlie smiled and walked out of Jamieâs office. She knew that
her boss functioned better when she was fully caffeinated. Charlie
never passed up caffeine and knew with a long day ahead she could
do with an extra cup herself.
Nothing could have prepared the staff of NYC Lights for what was
waiting for them in the conference room. Phil Mulder, their editor-inchief,
who was known for his calm demeanor, looked rattled, which
was understandable considering he had all six members of the board
standing behind him. He informed them that the magazine had hired
new legal counsel because there was fear that someone was leaking
information to Empire, their competition. The leaks had resulted in
poor sales numbers over the past several months.
When Charlie tried to consider who would do something like
that her mind immediately went to Hannah Masterson, the assistant
to the fashion editor, Miranda Adams. Miranda was a former model
who had started writing fashion columns for Vogue in the early
nineties and then decided she wanted to have a more serious career in
publishing and came to NYC Lights. Her opinion was greatly
respected, and she had more contacts than all the other editors
combined, even if she wasnât known for being warm and fuzzy.
Hannah idolized her and in turn acted like she had the same clout as
Miranda. They didnât call her the âIce Queenâ around the office for
nothing.
Hannah had fought and clawed her way to be Mirandaâs
assistant, and despite Charlieâs dislike for her, she had always done a
good job for Miranda. Still, she couldnât shake the feeling that
Hannah would be willing to sell out NYC Lights if there was a big
reward waiting in the wings. Charlie would have to keep her eyes and
ears open from now on.
For every 30ish woman who happens to be single because she refuses to settle for anyone other than Mr. Right, theyâre no stranger to the concept of the one who got away.Â
In her romance novel with the same name, author Marissa Scolamiero paints a familiar picture of a girl â once insecure, timid and hiding behind glasses â evolve into a successful knockout living in the city of love, Manhattan. In Scolamieroâs seductive novel, that girlâs name is Charlie Moreau. While her bestie Teddy â a gay personal shopper working in Bloomingdaleâs while he aspires to be the next Michael Kors and has a hand in her newfound fashion sense and wardrobe revamp â Charlie, an assistant editor for a fabulous lifestyle magazine in the Big Apple, still suffers from the same insecurities that haunt her from high school. The glaring one? Her refusal to let her guard down and live freely without the cloud of self-judgment hanging over her worried head.
While the dating scene proves fruitless, fate comes knocking as Charlie and her high school crush, by a stroke of serendipity, cross paths. Will Russo â who was the popular jock at their North Carolina high school who was only concerned with upholding his reputation as the ladies man who broke Charlieâs heart â is now the hot new legal counsel part from a hotshot New York City law firm representing her magazine against a case involving an employee who is suspected to be leaking information to a competitor.Â
While Charlie plays hard to get, Will does his best to woo her as heâs allured by not only her unrecognizable good looks but her resistance to his charm (he insists something in her crystal blue eyes is what heâs after.)Â
While getting to know each other again over drinks and dinner and exploring the possibility of more between them, the plot takes a sharp turn when Willâs once leather jacket-clad, bad boy brother Nick â now employed as a surgeon in a local hospital in their native hometown in North Carolina, and a type Charlie had sworn off back in high school roughly 10 years prior despite having shared a passionate kiss â is now pining for her too.
While Charlie unwittingly carries on intimate relations with the two of them unbeknownst to the brothers (the sexual tension is just too much for her to resist) sitations that jeopardize her livelihood and threaten her life test the validity of feelings of all involved. Will Charlieâs knight in shining armor be the risky brother who is not her typical type but someone who challenges her, or the guy she fell for in high school who she saw the good in that others didnât?
In the case of former flames and would-be lovers, Scolamieroâs gripping romance novel rife with steamy love scenes and re-examined love inquiries â a must-read for hopeless romantics â begs the age-old question: do people really change, or just reveal their true colors?