Bad English

The first chapter of my happily ever after just walked into my class.... only he's competing for my job. Talk about a plot twist.

Enid

I'm not the kind of woman people remember. Or talk about. Or see. I mean, I've been mistaken for a chair-more than once.

I was okay being a wallflower, a bluestocking, a spinster-in-waiting. I dedicated myself to my work, and I was satisfied with my life. Happy even.

Or at least I was, until Henry.

Now I want to be seen. I want the love story. I want the hero who only has eyes for me.

Except he's been invited to apply for the job I was promised. As perfect as this romance-reading-tea-sipping-Brit may be, there's no way in hell I'm letting him win.

I thought this would be our love story. I think it's about to turn into a true crime.