Dear Remington Parker,
You may think you’re the handsome prince of the law firm and I’m your dutiful wench, but I’m not here to be your plaything.
Yes, you’re handsome-ish.
Yes, you’re a partner at the firm.
Yes, I’m your ugly duckling assistant.
But no, I’m not desperate, and I don’t want you.
I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates.
And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world.
In fact, after my makeover, I’m pretty sure I’ll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship. I do not need your crumbs.
Yours Sincerely,
Juniper Hardman
I just never predicted how Remington Parker would react after he got my email and saw my makeover.
