CAMERON HASTINGS
I was running from the paparazzi when I crashed into a mystery girl with bright eyes and lavender hair.
All it took was a smile from her, and I was a goner.
We agreed to one night. No strings. No real names.
So imagine my surprise when I discover she’s moving across the hall from me—in another country.
DAPHNE QUINN
I blame it on my Yes Year: finally stepping out of my comfort zone, moving to London, and . . . Him.
The man I spent that magical evening with. But this version of him, the guy who wears all black and a matching scowl, is nothing like the man I remember.
I do my best to avoid him, instead focusing on creating a real-world safe space for my online knitting community and collecting as many experiences as I can during my stint abroad.
