Wishes are only granted in fairy tales, aren't they?
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a man who I thought was a prince. He treated me like a princess. Until he turned on me ...

Now I am hideously scarred inside and out. Locking myself away in the pretty little town of Hopeful, Colorado, I came to enjoy being alone. But then I meet Noah. After a nasty fall, Noah tries to insert himself into my life. He doesn't belong there. No man would want to look twice at a woman whose face is scarred like mine...

But something happens to make me believe that sometimes fairy tales exist, and just maybe wishes do come true.