I’m just a girl from Brooklyn.
And I most certainly do not belong on the arm of a Billionaire in the swanky Charleston socialite scene at night.
I belong behind a white apron, doing what I love. Being a chef.
But I suddenly lost my job when my cousin’s band fell apart.
Somehow fate caused him to stand by a corner in a dark hallway at my cousin’s concert of the year and I crashed straight into him and literally fell head over his heels.
Charleston’s most eligible bachelor and best dressed.
I just needed a new phone.
But he offered me a new job instead.