Resultados para "Colette" en Comedia romántica

Life isn’t a fairytale, but for a few days I got to pretend it was. Now I’m back in my childhood bedroom in New York, eating breakup ice cream and listening to early 2000s emo music. Whatever, this was the wake-up call I needed. It’s time for Ria 2.0. No more bailouts. No more half-baked projects. No more impulsive decisions. Simple, right? Except my ex-boyfriend wants to drop the ex part, the three bears aren’t so willing to let their Goldilocks go, and their mother is more Wicked Witch than Mama Bear.

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Goldilocks, who innocently wandered into a home owned by a family of bears.... Okay, my name is Ria. And I may have broken in, but I was high and it was cold outside. Oh, and the bears were actually shifters. Potayto, potahto. The point is, I’m kind of a wreck. Plus, I robbed my cheating, lying a-hole of an ex-boyfriend on my way out the door and he’s not thrilled about it, so I’m stuck with these three distractingly attractive men for the time being—one of whom is weirdly hung up on the whole breaking-and-entering thing. What could go wrong?

I'm one of those fashion consultants that are so popular nowadays among the upper crust, although I started ages ago. Choosing the right clothes for the right occasion is not an easy task: the dress has to match your personality and, if it can, enhance it. This story is about how I abandoned the rat race, spending days in a legal office, and followed my dream of becoming a fashion consultant. I believe I'm something more though, I'm a retail therapist and I'm sure you are itching to know the story about how I started and how I helped my clients look fabulous!

When my mother approached me on my 33rd birthday with a brochure for egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is ticking toward its expiration date. That's why when I decided to take my mother's advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let's have a baby together. It's a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can't stop thinking about how great it could be. There's just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we're doing this the old-fashioned way!), Christian is adamant we go on three dates. Sounds easy, but it's not.