OCEAN’S ELEVEN meets EMILY IN PARIS
Violet Abrams lacks two things: life experience and grad school tuition. When a charming French conman offers her a deal – pose as his fiancée and he’ll not only split his profits but spice up her resumé, too – Violet figures she can bend the rules, just this once. Swindling their way through Provence, she falls for more than the rosé. But as the police close in, Violet must choose: risk her future or break her own heart.
They say Paris is the perfect place to fall in love.
For me, it was just another calculated step of my ten-year plan. At least, it had been.
My scuffed heels clicked on the marble floors of the Ritz Hotel lobby. Amidst the ornate chandeliers and sky-high windows, I stood out like a sore thumb. My dress was five seasons out of style, my hair in a hasty bun. I didn’t sparkle like the stars in the Parisian sky or the diamonds dripping off the woman in the scarlet ballgown ahead of me.
But I wasn’t here for couture or jewels.
The rejection letter crinkled in my tight grip. A life of perfecting my resumé – with the famed Sorbonne immersion program as the final puzzle piece – had been derailed.
The decision had to be a mistake. No scholarship meant no MIT doctorate program, and that simply wasn’t bearable.
The end-of-term fundraiser spilled over from the bar at the back. I tucked myself into a shadowed corner and scanned the crowd: guests mingling, champagne flutes tinkling, false laughter tittering. Searching for Director Perrault was like looking for a needle in a very luxurious haystack, but it was my last chance to beg him to call the scholarship review board and convince them I was the right choice.