I was nine when I befriended him. Seventeen when I kissed him. And eighteen when I threw all dirty thoughts about him in the trash. Vincent Turner is my bad boy best friend. I've never said no to him. Even when he asked to copy my homework in high school. Even when he asked me to be his wing woman. I've seen his girlfriends come and leave. He's brought me ice cream after my heartbreaks. And then it all goes to sh*t. His filthy rich parents find him a doll to marry. And he asks me to be his wedding planner. That eleven-year-old kiss is starting to haunt me. I'd rather be his wife, not his damn wedding planner. I've never said no to Vincent Turner. You think now might be a good time to start?