Black Rose

Black Rose

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This is a journey of Lizzie, when she parts from her family and lives life on her own. She doesn't believe in love, not anything related to it. She works in a music studio and goes to Miami, for recording purposes where she meets Chase, who becomes her best friend and has a crush on her. Will he be worthy enough to make her fall in love? To make her realize her idea about love is wrong? To make her change her thoughts?
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