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Every fairy tale is the same.

Girl meets boy. Boy saves girl. They fall in love. The end.

But no one told me the story where the girls loves boy but still falls for someone else.

No fairy tale has two Prince Charmings, but mine did.

Theo Hunt was the golden boy who had lit up my life since he moved in next door when we were twelve years old.

Easton Cole was infuriating—overbearing and broody, and I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.

But I did.

I was in love with two men.

But I could only have one.