Forget the summer I turned pretty…that was the summer I got hips, acne, and utterly humiliated by Aaron Richmond. This summer? This was the summer I was forced to marry the bastard.
The first time I met Billionaire Harrison Rothschild, I was looking up at him after the tray of drinks I knocked over landed on his Italian leather shoes.
There’s nothing better than a packed house on a Saturday night, and co-owning the hottest restaurant and bar in town with my best friends, isn’t so bad either. We put everything into Burgers and…
