Josephine was the daughter to a rich doctor father and trophy wife. She wasn't a socialite like her sister Gwen, she was just shy plain old Josephine. She was the pariah of high society. When her mother sticks her with the job of managing a kissing booth at a stuck up charity event, one kiss from beautiful and popular Olivia Winchester changes everything. All rights reserved to moi. Copyright © 2014 TheGodAthena17 Old Cover by: @jennisonsilverye

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.