A Mais nova Babá

A Mais nova Babá

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Julie Moore sempre sonhou com um príncipe encantado vindo em sua direção em um cavalo branco quando tinha 9 anos, até que na adolescência parou de acreditar em "Conto de fadas". Anos se passaram e Julie agora mora num apertado e minúsculo apartamento num dos bairros mais afastados do centro da cidade, está cursando o segundo ano de fotografia numa grande universidade como bolsista ( bolsa na qual estudou muito para conseguir ) e trabalhava num café para conseguir pagar as contas, até que num péssimo dia ela descobre que o café irá fechar. Sabendo da situação da amiga, Thomas seu irmão de consideração ( que Julie carinhosamente chama-o de anjo, por não ter escolhido hora melhor para aparecer em sua vida ) ajuda-a a conseguir outro emprego. Mal sabia ela que seu príncipe não viria em um cavalo branco, ou seria loiro e de olhos azuis, mas teria olhos castanhos claros hipnotizantes.
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