Crashing weddings is so not my thing. Iโd much rather stay home and watch HGTV . . . and ignore the fact that my life is messier than those fixer-upper houses. Because my jerk ex left, and the only thing keeping a roof over my sonsโ heads is my crappy telemarketing job.
But then I get a challenge from the Bad Luck Club, the group I joined to turn my luck around:ย Do something that breaks the rules. One ill-advised confession to my best friend later, Iโm strapping on a pair of heels and crashing the wedding of two of the owners of Buchanan Brewery.
The last thing I expect is to meet someone, let alone the sexy younger bartender who calls me out and finds my lost shoes, something straight out ofย Cinderella. And theย veryย last thing I expect is to fall for him.
It feels like Iโm in a dream come true, a fairy tale, but the crap part about dreams is that they have to end.ย
Or do they?