Autumn Valerie doesn't believe love is a necessity. As an economics undergrad from Calgary, she believes in logic, plans, and knowing exactly where she's headed. An exchange program in Milan is supposed to be temporary-a line on her résumé, nothing more. She doesn't expect to fall in love with the city, its quiet beauty, or the life she begins to build there. Aster Matteo has already fallen in love with history, architecture, and the stories cities carry. Born in Tuscany and studying architectural history in Milan, he knows how to appreciate things that last. What he doesn't know is how to satisfy a family eager for him to settle down... until a convenient arrangement presents itself. A fake relationship. No expectations. An expiration date. What begins as a simple agreement slowly turns into shared coffees, autumn walks, unspoken truths, and a connection neither of them planned for. As the semester draws to an end and reality presses in, Autumn and Aster must decide whether love is something you can calculate-or something you risk everything for. Set against the golden streets of Milan, Autumn in Milan is a soft, slow-burning romance about ambition, belonging, and the kind of love that feels like coming home.

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."