Lucretia Black never considered herself lucky. She thought it woefully ironic that her parents had chosen a name meaning luck for their daughter, considering the fate that soon befell them. Having spent nearly her whole life living a tenuous lie, she's surrounded herself with walls, boundaries for her own protection. She's been wronged before, after all, by people like Julian Rosier, whom she once considered friends. Can she let down her defenses for love? Or will her pride and his prejudice lead to the downfall of them both?