Erin Miller believes in Prince Charmings, white horses, and true love. But do fairytales exist in this hellhole of a reality? ***** He deeply chuckled, well, he was good looking for a thief - definitely good looking. He smelled like a mix of lemon and lavender - seductive and mysterious. His eyes are green and fresh that you'll get lost in them. His dark hair was disheveled with that good messy look. He was simply, stunning. "Dude who's there?" my brother Cole called out from the inside. "You're Cole's buddy?" I furrowed in misunderstanding. "Last time I checked, I'm still hotter than a thief sweetheart." Oh not that kind of ego. ***** Meeting her brother's bestfriend, Erin's belief of a fairytale seems to falter - but is it so? Read and see for yourself!