My name is Lily Gilmore, and I was supposed to be getting married today.
That was until I found my fiancé having sex with my sister in the church
moments before I was supposed to walk down the aisle. I grew up with a
father who was a womanizer and cheated on my mother every moment he had
the chance. He would even stoop as low as to take me and my sister with
him on his trysts when we were younger. Cheating was all I grew up with,
and I vowed never to live the life my mother did. After finding my
fiancé and my sister together, I moved from Seattle to Santa Monica to
start a new life of independence and to focus on my passion for
photography, man-free.
My name is Luke Matthews. About a year ago, I lost the love of my life,
my fiancée, in a tragic car accident. There are no words that can
describe how I've felt the past year. My life and all my dreams had died
with her in the accident. I exist, and I play my guitar to try and ease
the pain. My love was taken away, and I will never get that back.
What happens when the lives of two people who no longer believe in love
are suddenly changed by fate?
