I am strong, passionate, free. At least I was until my father asked me to marry his handsome, charming and absolutely incredible, loyal assistant, who was something of a close friend to me. Of course I agreed, mainly because it was his last wish. He wanted to see me with someone he knew well and who would take good care of me. Will I love him? Or will I hate him? Both options are possible, and they're a little crazy. I know I will fail because I am selfish, narcissistic and pathetic. I just hope he's already prepared for this kind of behavior from me.

This is our story, and it includes: a Channing Tatum poster, a long-lost brother, a skinny blonde and promiscuous girlfriends, plus a hot chick and nothing more one mitigating Sylvia. Now put together a crazy female and a man who would do anything for her (that is, me and James), and you have our story. Or more precisely, its first part.