DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY?

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Myla has just moved to London for her mom's work, leaving her friendship group, dad and older sister in New York. She misses her life in America and desperately wants to go home. Alexis has lived in South London all her life, and she cannot wait to escape her homophobic neighbourhood and make her way into the real world: where she isn't made fun of by being queer. When the two girls meet, it seems like they meant to be: both being what the other needs. But can they learn to grasp this fact, or will they be forever destined to end up apart? After all, do you believe in destiny?
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