Seven years ago I insulted Kirill Safronov at graduation by refusing to be his girlfriend. What could a guy whose mother is a floor scrubber offer me?! Harvard and excellent prospects were waiting for me... Then I didn’t even think that life would turn around one hundred and eighty degrees. We met again. Only now Kirill is a self-confident bastard, a champion, whose name is known to the whole world, and I... Instead of Harvard, I’m saving on everything in order to afford a new blouse from the collection of my favorite fashion designer before last. I thought his feelings had not passed. But I was wrong. Twice. B him and in my own feelings. I never want to see him again! Never! Despite the test showing two stripes a month after the alumni meeting.