He was older. Impossibly gorgeous. And had no clue I existed. Luca Fritz was the worst sort of playboy, constantly falling in and out of love with every woman he met. I used to spend hours of my life staring at the huge Fritz mansion from the window of the staff house dreaming of him. By eighteen I'd all but given up my fantasy, set to go off to The Conservatory in London to follow my dreams when fate stepped...