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Arabella Browne- daughter of Christopher Browne and Ashley Browne. Christopher being the most well-known lawyer in upstate New York, and Ashley Browne owning the best bakery in their small town of Cold Spring, NY. Her high profile in the small town leaves her running to New York City for her escape. Lorenzo Parker- Stereotypical bad-boy, rule breaker, tattoos, and a haunting past. Lorenzo comes from a long line of addiction and abandonment, his father walked away for drugs, his mother an abusive alcoholic. The abuse and abandonment leaves him to care for his little sister, Evelyn full time; In order to give Evelyn the world, he turns to illegal underground fighting to make all the money he can while staying in high-school. Two separate home lives, yet it seems they share the same soul; a soul that longs for the other.
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