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「 P R O L O G U E 」

I've always believed in love, but through time I kept learning that it would just keep getting harder and harder for the oppurtunity to come to you. So... I had to go find it for myself in the most unlikely of places.
My mothers were the lights of my life. I grew up being told by my father being gay was a sin. As a little girl, until I was a teenager, and until he couldn't anymore. I didn't know what all of this meant. What 'gay' or 'lesbian' was.

But when I was old enough to learn about it, I realized how wrong he was. How angry it made me he talked about human beings that way.

Then I lost him. I loved my dad more than words could describe, I used to look at him as my hero. Never again, but I'll never forget those times.

At first it was hard. I didn't come out of my room, and my mom didn't make an effort to try and get me out until she met someone again.

Then all I knew was that I wanted someone to look at me the way my mom Freya looked, at my other mom Breanna- my birth mother.

She didn't know what would happen after my dad died, but when she met Freya I have never seen her so happy.

We were the perfect little family. But her boss was sexually harassing her at work, so she quit to not make things more complicated than they needed to be.

Then the money problems started piling up. Breanna was a stay at home mom.

I was job hunting for two hours. Fell asleep on a park bench.

Coincidentally, a man, a wealthy one at that, didn't really know about my situation but an opportunity came my way.

The job offer wasn't at all appealing until I learned that he would be paying me 30 per hour.

Without thinking... I accepted. Because when he told me, he also told me that I would be living there.

And that's where I met him.

New York's Prince.

Or so I thought.

I didn't realize that taking this job was the 'unlikely place' where I would find love. But to be truthful, I don't know if I'm regretting this decision or not.
New book soon! ;)

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