Winter's eyes were the color of icicles dipped in blue dye, the ocean engulfed in a maze of ice bergs. And yet, they were such a color that could not be described in words. If only Harry knew what he had gotten himself into.
He's rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams and no one has ever been able to get close to him. All he cares about in life is perfection which he's always looking for in artwork and whatnot. But then an unruly, perfectly imperfect girl bumps into him, ruining the vase he's bought while at a show.