β Scribed by Vaun, Missouri
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Nico Marshallβs living her best life. Her packaging companyβs turning a profit and sheβs just been labeled Chicagoβs most promising up-and-coming artist. The only thing missing is love. When she meets a beautiful woman on the train with an indescribable sweet and sugary scent, Nicoβs ready to make her move.
Sophia Sweet doesnβt have time for distractions. Never mind how fit and tan Nico is, or how she has the most beautiful eyes ever. Sophia only has one goal: keep the family business alive. Her third-generation chocolatier shop, Sweet Stuff, is tanking. In a last-ditch effort, Sophia creates an upscale version of their product and needs the perfect package to ensure success.
When Sophia recognizes Nico from the train but mistakes her for the packaging companyβs warehouse employee, Nico doesnβt bother to correct her. Sheβs been burned by women in the past wanting her for her money. This time, sheβs determined to win Sophia over with her charm.
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