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Alissa Wilde used to just be this average college girl, but that all changed when she moved from Los Angeles, California to London, England. She's always wanted to be a stylist, and she manages to land a job as an assistant to one of London's best: Lou Teasdale. What will happen when one of the members of a certain boy band starts taking an interest in her? What about her amazing new friend that's also falling for her? Who will she choose? Will her feelings get in the way of her job? Is it worth it?
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