Before the intervention, Lissa DeLuca's life was peachy.
Sure, she's 24 and living with her parents, her career consists of glorified babysitting, and it's super annoying that her family insits on inviting her ex-boyfriend to every DeLuca event even though they broke up four years ago—but that's all details. Lissa's the baby of the family, so she's free to take off to Europe for a year, dye her hair bright pink, or work part-time at Walmart, and receive nothing but a fond oh, Lissa. No responsibility, no expectations.
Then Lissa's family decides she needs to start being "an adult", and things get real screwy real fast. Her sisters cancel their shared phone plan, her brother changes his Netflix password, and worst of all, her parents (lovingly) kick her out.
Even her backup plan of moving into her dead great-aunt's house fails her. Apparently her parents have decided to fix up and sell the home, despite her aunt's wishes. The fact that they're letting Lissa's obnoxiousl̶y̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ ex live there while he does the renovations is just the final nail in her coffin.
Faced with the reality of moldy apartments and nightmarish roommates, Lissa hatches a plan. Her parents have promised she can live in the house until it sells. As long as she makes sure no one buys it, her aunt's home is safe—and Lissa has time to stall.
If it means avoiding her future, she'll do whatever it takes: from flooding bathrooms, to wrangling racoons, to sharing a roof with the boy who broke her heart.
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