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Grieving her manga husband was hard... but seducing his real-life reincarnation might fix it.
"Am I dreaming? Did I die and go to heaven?"
Convinced she was hallucinating a literal angel, Sabina Lovello did the only logical thing: she reached out and petted his face. You know, just to check if he was made of starlight or ink.
Spoiler alert: he was made of skin. Very warm, very confused human skin.
A few hours ago, Sabina was a "manga widow," rotting in her room and mourning the tragic death of her 2D soulmate, Kaito-kun. But looking up at Jaxon-with his messy hair, soulful eyes, and the fact that he's currently preventing her from becoming a permanent part of the bookstore's linoleum-she's decided the mourning period is officially over.
She's ready to fall in love. Again. In public. And hopefully without a lawsuit involved.
The Mission: Make the "reincarnated" hero fall for her.
The Coach: Her best friend Valerian, a girl who is 90% liquid wheatgrass and 10% repressed rage.
The Hindrances: Tiffany, a rival who smells like expensive perfume and pure malice, and Caspian-Valerian's twin brother-who watches Sabina's romantic attempts with the kind of secondhand embarrassment.
Sabina is about to learn that the best love stories aren't read; they're lived. It's messy, the lighting is usually terrible, and there are zero background music cues. But Sabina is getting her cinematic ending-even if she has to throw the cherry blossoms herself.