It had been two months since the masquerade ball, and Lola was not any closer to moving on from the reclusive Thomas Hunt than she’d been the night he had pulled her mask off. It was infuriating, really. She had a reputation for being a heartbreaker, unable to slow down for anyone or anything- a firecracker. Always on the move. She blazed across the sky with a spark no one could rival.
No way would Lola Myers ever be hung up over some guy.
So why was she still dreaming of gold chandeliers and navy masks?