Perhaps my biggest mistake was falling for the wrong sister.
The moment she’d laid eyes on Wren — her sister had brought him to meet their parents at a family dinner — something had happened to her. It was like… like he’d put a hex on her the second he sat down at Moshulu, took a sip of red wine, and met her eyes. He was British, exotic, witty, and smart, and liked the same indie bands Spencer did. He was just so wrong for her milquetoast, prim-and-perfect sister Melissa. But he was so right for Spencer. She knew it… and apparently he did too.