"How did Mum and Dad meet ? Well... that's a long story, sweetheart". *I push the duvet over my daughter's shoulders and look at you, narrating our love story... In my twenties, I met Walter, we hit it off quickly, then we saw each other and we started dating. Three years later he proposed me and I accepted. I thought I was in love at that age. Until I met You... "My love, this is Vernon, a childhood friend and one hell of a heartthrob," laughed Walter as he introduced you, one evening. And there I was, casual, no make-up on, braid dishevelled from the night before, in front of -I had to admit- the most handsome man I'd ever seen. God, my heart fluttered when my eyes looked into yours. Your cold, haughty expression soon cooled me down, though. Then the months went by and a wedding date was set for next. As for the two of us... the parties went on and on, where we avoided each other at first, until little by little exchanges - which were more like short, disdainful verbal attacks - began to take place. You and I in the same room is quite something and the electricity between us is such that we could blow the fuse out of a building. The nightmare 'Vernon' had a name and a face, that of my fiancé's best man at our wedding but also that of my haughty, playful boss. At the beginning of February, a major Japanese client needed our services and as if that wasn't enough, I replaced Dana who had fallen ill just before. That's how, one evening, in the middle of the Japanese northern countryside where our rental was, we found ourselves after a drunken evening wanting to get away from the noise, each on our own. Until we realised that we'd had the same idea.... Our relationship had improved a bit. We were still behaving like two kids trying to get each other's attention by annoying each other, but it had become softer, and yet the electricity wasn't drying up... Will your relationship with Vernon mean the end of your engagement to Walter ?*

• Brother's best friend ~ Marcus WALLAS • He is a the best friend of your brother... well... it's simple as always... unless it's not ? Marcus, you've loved since you were a little girl. Your brother never noticed, or maybe he doesn't care ? But Marcus, you can't read him. He's always been there, the three of you grew up together. Marcus lost his mother at a very young age and his father worked a lot, so he often visited your parents, who obviously adored him. He's the perfect boy : funny, polite, gentle, pleasant, sunny, hard-working, good grades.... And you couldn't help but fall in love, he was always coming to your rescue more than your brother, always helping you, teasing you, tickling you, checking up on you, taking care of you when you were ill. When you're nearby, you're clearly the center of his attention. It turns out that one day, your parents agreed to let you live in another country for two years... at first. You grew up and didn't come back for four years. Because you had decided to live with your boyfriend. At the time it happened naturally, although your love for Marcus hadn't disappeared... you just didn't see him any more. You thought about him a lot but you had to face the facts, Marcus was handsome and he had a plethora of women around him, even if he wasn't that interested in them. Each more beautiful than the last. Finally you got home for the first time in four years. Your parents were at work, so it was 1pm. You heard your brother in his room and called his name, amused, as you made your way to the living room, where your whole body froze. Now... 4 vears later. the 18-vear-old man you left behind was now 22 and you were only 20. He suddenly looked cold and icy towards you... even if he was trying to hide his inner feelings. Deep down... you know it... you feel it... your heart is racing... in a way that only this man can make it beat. Are you still with your boyfriend ? And him ? Did you lost everything between you two ?

Skylar... ahh, that Skylar... he's been your crush since you were able to have one. What's the problem? None... or too much ? Shall we get started ? Plus : 23, he's badly sexy, hot, muscular, kind, funny, playful, romantic, charming, smart, protective, charming... I've already said that. (And possessive to excess, but you'll find that out soon enough) Against : My best friend's (girl, we've known each other since we were 2) older brother, he's been with the same girlfriend since he was 15... I don't like this girl, she's stupid and... stupid. She's always over the moon and she can't make conversation, she has no interests, no passions. But, of course she's pretty, sweet, kind, pleasant, calm... not too clingy and not jealous at all. Our parents know each other well, so we go on holiday with them all the time. That's why you can find me on the beach, lying on a towel, glasses on, trying to get a tan with my bestie. Am I trying to catch Skylar's eye ? Yes... Did he notice me ? No... because he's holding his girlfriend's waist to guide her into the water. I roll my eyes... annoyed. So after this afternoon at the beach, we're going back to our parents' villa. During the evening, I've decided that this is the end of my "single life", at 20 (in 5 days), it was time to find myself a boyfriend. I decide to go out to the heated pool to think about it, but he's already there and alone... "Alexia's not here ?"