Every nineteen years, the moon chooses a wife for the Veyra heir. This year it was intended to be Seraphine Ashgrove. Flawless hair, impeccable manners, flawless everything. Wren Mallory was chosen by the moon instead. A penniless florist in a damaged Corolla, carrying forty funeral lilies. A single flash of eclipse light, and Wren receives a searing silver mark on her wrist, a wealthy family eager to be rid of her, and a two million dollar check if she’ll simply vanish. She truly requires that money. She is overwhelmed by her grandmother’s nursing-home expenses. However, she then notices the vintage picture of her mother. The identical crescent mark. Identical wrist. And the final girl the moon “missed”? Allegedly deceased by morning. Lucan Veyra, the distant and unattainable heir intended for her, loses consciousness each full moon and awakens with silver powder beneath his fingertips. He desires for her to flee. He also can't refrain from touching her mark. Wren arrived solely to make it through the night. She is now determined to discover the truth about her mother and to understand the true intentions of the moon. Since the moon selected the right bride. Someone else took care of it.