Stick Fight

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The night before my wedding I walked into my Vegas hotel suite and found my fiancé in bed with my best friend.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Yeah. I know. World's biggest cliché.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But maybe I should've seen it coming. He's a runway god-the son of a fashion mogul. And me? I'm just the people-pleasing insecure girl from the wrong side of town hiding behind a designer dress and a dream.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I ran. Out of the suite. Out of my own life. And straight into the arms of Roman Marinelli-NHL superstar my high school friend and the Buck's biggest player... on and off the ice.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Roman dried my tears and reminded me what it feels like to be seen. While I lost everything I thought I wanted-my fiancé my dream fashion internship my picture-perfect future-with Roman I found something I never expected.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because with him I don't have to pretend. Not even a little.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But just when I start to believe in second chances Roman does something that breaks me all over again.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And this time I never saw it coming. </span></p>