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Would a billionaire’s son ever fall for his maid? Maybe in a fairytale. But in real life? I’m not holding my breath. I’ve always been invisible to Nash Hastings—the beautiful boy I’ve been in love with since one magical night last summer. A night he doesn’t even remember until an accidental text puts it back on his radar. But I can’t tell him the girl he met at his family’s garden party is now a housekeeper in his family’s mansion. Because if he knew it was me he was texting, the fairytale would be over. I’m no princess and don’t belong in his world. If only my heart knew its place.

When I was twelve, I met this boy. I knew my parents wouldn't approve of our friendship, so I spent two years sneaking over to his house, hoping at some point I'd have a say in how I lived my life. When I was fourteen, there was an accident. As much as I wanted to keep him a secret, as much as I needed to see him every day, we were forbidden to ever see each other again. Three years have passed, three years of watching myself waste away without him, sinking into a deep depression that I struggle to pull myself out of each morning.

After solving another mystery from the past, Bodhi and Eva are left wondering where to go from here. For one split second, life might actually be calm. Then the unthinkable happens and they are once again thrown into a dangerous game that they want nothing to do with. The past unleashes a vengeance of secrets, and they realize they've been players in this game for far longer than they thought.

Tetê acaba de se mudar com a família toda para a casa dos avós em Copacabana, no Rio de Janeiro. O lindo e espaçoso apartamento da Barra da Tijuca em que morava teve que ser vendido, pois com a crise o pai perdeu o emprego, e o resultado é que a vida dela virou de cabeça para baixo. Além de perder a privacidade – tendo que dividir o espaço com cinco parentes malucos que brigam o tempo todo –, ela perdeu todas as suas referências. A única coisa que a deixa feliz é cozinhar. E, claro, comer as delícias que faz.

EU PRECISO FAZER UMA CONFISSÃO: nunca foi fácil ser eu. Você pode até pensar, com um quê de impaciência e uma boa dose de deboche (e já digo logo que entendo super, tá?): "Ah! Ser loira, popular, bonita, rica e invejada é realmente péssimo! Ter tudo o que deseja e ainda ser o crush de dez entre dez garotos é, com toda certeza, um martírio... Viajar para o exterior duas vezes por ano e ficar nos melhores hotéis é, sem sombra de dúvida, uma coisa pavorosa. Ó-meu-Deus--coi-ta-di-nha!" Já disse, eu entendo que você pense assim.