I knew with one look.
She’s the one.
The face of my modeling agency empire.
What are the chances I would find her working at the local diner?
Years of fake Barbie’s have built a fortress around me.
Demi’s not like the others.
We have a real connection.
One that makes it hard to keep it professional.
I’ll smile.
She’ll blush.
I’ll rise to the occasion.
She’ll bend over backwards to accommodate.
It’s all a dream until I find out she’s been lying about her past.
Can this good girl be what she says she is?