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At Brynlee's Prestigious, Rhys, a famous fashion designer's son, endeavors to keep his identity concealed. Everyone knows the Calloway name. No one knows it's his. A loner, you could call him. He's the boy who favors solitude over socializing and silence over pleasantries. Then he meets Phina for the first time and cannot help but notice how loud and overwhelmingly social she and her friends are. At first, he assumes she's just any other person who lingers for a while and departs after witnessing how antisocial and estranged from society he truly is. After all, people who get close always want something, and the ones who don't want anything leave the instant they see how little he permits anyone to hold. He's counted on that. Then Seraphina Hollander doesn't leave. Every time he slams a door, she's propped against the other side of it. He never expected to grow accustomed to the chaos she carries in with her dimpled smile.
Seraphina doesn't indulge polite lies, pecking orders, or people who smile to your face and carve you apart behind your back. Where everyone's sharpening something, she's already gripping the knife.
She reads the way she lives: all in, never skipping ahead, never looking away when it turns ugly. To be a reader demands a soul and a level of artistry. To be a reader, you must be willing to immerse yourself in a book, acclimate to the warmth or the frost, cry when the characters cry and die when the characters die. Then there is Rhys, the boy who shuts out every person who gets close. She doesn't think there isn't at least the faintest trace of warmth in him. No, she is certain that if someone reached deep, deep, deep into his dark, cold, bitter heart, they'd find a flicker of warmth. So when he shuts her out, she does what she does with every book. She opens it anyway.
It starts with relishing the thrill of getting under his skin and provoking his fury until it backfires on her when he becomes the thing she'd started looking forward to everyday.