Lipstick, Louboutins and... Love?

Lipstick, Louboutins and... Love?

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In unlikely circumstances, we were brought together. We were polar opposites. He was fire. I was ice. We were like magnets, we were attracted to each other, drawn to one another and we could do nothing about it.. The only thing we shared in common? Fashion. Meet Chelsea girl, Lily. Heir to Triandoir, fashion's biggest brand, she has a life filled with glamour and luxury. But when vicious rumours arise about the company, Lily realises that she can't trust anyone, so when she meets her polar opposite? Read to find out. Meet Chelsea boy, Oliver. Rich, arrogant and possessive. Rival business to Triandoir. Women hanging on his arm, parties every night and has a hatred for competition. They are unlikely companions but forced to understand that beauty isn't just what meets the eye.
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