Matilde, or Tilly to her family and friends, is known for her reputation as a party girl. Born to an affluent family, she loves to get herself into unnecessary trouble, and her wild behavior continues to escalate as she gets older. Tilly meets Dusty, the man of her dreams, and she finally understands what it means to give in and when to walk away. She learns to appreciate her family as she never has before. But sometimes events, even the most extenuating and tragic ones, play tricks on us that will change our lives forever and teach us lessons we never forget. Someone attacks Tilly in the underground parking garage, but luckily, a homeless woman comes by and rescues her. That event changes her perspective on life and helps her become a better person.

Lilly and her friend Angie have decided to take a vacation because Angie is heartbroken about the end of a recent relationship. They decide to go to Monte Carlo — beautiful and romantic. One day when they are at an outdoor café, they meet handsome Luke and he invites them to stay at his villa in Tuscany. And Luke’s cousin Dusty is even hotter than Luke!
This was a book about recognizing compassion, Tilly was an affluent socialite jet-setter a la Paris Hilton. The main difference between them both is Tilly didn’t just want to rest on her laurels. It’s kind of strange a surprising event can guide your morals. The event didn’t deal directly with her friends. It dealt with a stranger fathoms beneath her social class.
A very interesting read that makes you think and, more importantly, feel. A short read that held my attention from start to finish. I look forward to more from this author.


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