See me.

Longing. Whispers of touches. Glances.

Isabella Ramirez is exactly what you expect from a daughter of extremely rich, elite business owners. She is careful, too careful, with how she talks, moves, looks, and just exists. She has all eyes on her so can I blame her? Who wouldn't be careful. When the first day of senior year at university began, I expected the usual people and usual classes. Except I didn't expect our paths to cross.

Hard backstories. Undeniable tension. Feelings surfacing. How can these opposites even cross paths? What will happen when they do?