After the picture-perfect life I had been planning crumbles to pieces (courtesy of my cheating ex), I am back in the very last place I could ever want to be - home. I'm already suffocating under the weight of my overbearing and chaotic family. To top it all off, my mother is getting married... again. After what I have suffered these last few months, just the thought of a happily ever after feels like a cruel joke I want no part in. Until I fall into his arms. There's a familiarity in his eyes I just can't place and in his arms feels exactly like where I belong. What? No. Love isn't worth the risk... but what if he is?