If the Shoe Fits: A Meant to Be Novel

I scoff. “I think fairy tales might be more like cautionary tales than anything else. And fate is just an excuse for people to be inactive participants in their own lives.”

Something inside me bucks against that notion and says that I shouldn’t have to alter my life because of some internet troll’s opinion. But then again, I would never in my life go on this show. I have zero desire to be a part of something like that. One guy dating you plus twenty other women at once? No, thank you. And there’s something about Erica being protective of me that makes me feel wanted and safe. Like family. Real family.

Dad was struck by another car on the 405 as it was changing lanes. He was in their blind spot.
Eventually, Erica decided to go through with the surrogacy. She said it was her way of healing, and even though it was excruciating, I’ll always be grateful that she made the decision to honor Dad by going through with his dream of having a baby. Even if they couldn’t do it together. The surprise, though, was that instead of one baby, Petra carried three.

And then turns out the swimsuit model from Miami isn’t bisexual. She’s monosexual…for women.”

It’s no wild night with Sierra, but maybe being here with my family…for a season…won’t be so bad after all.

And I see it too every time I look in the mirror: Dad. His jaw. His nose. His eyes. He said Mom was always so jealous of how much we looked alike.

She’s not what I would call warm or even maternal, but my dad loved Erica and her two daughters, Drew and Anna, so I love them too. Not for what we have, necessarily, because they still feel like strangers to me in many ways, but for what our relationship symbolizes—my last living connection to Dad.

The kind of person who stands up immediately no matter how close they are to the exit door and the kind of person who waits in their seat like a civilized human being.”
“Yes! Thank you!” I say. “This is my pet peeve.”

What Prince Charming doesn’t know is that the producer Tyler fell for was a he, not a she.

like when your sense of humor perfectly aligns with someone else’s. It’s like scrolling through radio stations. Static, static, static, and then suddenly—click!—they’re on the right wavelength.