Chapter 1: Prologue

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Felicity looked down at her seventeen năm old daughter’s tear stained face, her own tim, trái tim breaking. She knew first hand the agonies of love, but how was she to explain that to a teenager? How do bạn tell someone, there is no such thing as a fairytale tình yêu story, with out completely destroying any hope that they may have left? bạn see, Felicity thought…

When bạn are young, it was okay to believe in fairy tales…that fantaisie of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming, lâu đài on...