"The world's divided into black and white, lies and truths. That means there's two types of people: the honest and the liars. Well, I can tell you we've got both types right here, and if you're meant to speak the truth, what do you think that makes me?" Melanie Moore has lived two lives, and neither one of them have brought her any closer to her happy ending. She's at the point in her life where she's begun to suspect she's one of the oh-so lucky few whose ending is just that - an ending. Nothing more, nothing less. And she's come to terms with the fact that there is no prince in her future, no gallant hero to whisk her off her feet. It sucks, but it's the truth, and she values the truth more than most. But the truth comes in many forms, takes many shapes, has many meanings, and, as Melanie learns, it can appear in the most unexpected of ways. Like riding in on a motorcycle, for instance - she'd definitely call that unexpected.