Chapter 1: Prologue

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

When you are young, it was okay to believe in fairy tales…that fantasia of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming, castelo on...