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.