The Last Fairytale

Most people get named after someone in the family. Juliet got named after a flower that almost didn’t exist. The Juliet Rose. Scientists took fifteen years and millions of dollars to make it. It’s supposed to look like it’s blushing. Funny, because nobody ever looked at her that way. Her parents were too busy loving her little sister. School was just a long stretch of people calling her the weird quiet girl who wrote romance in the back of her notebooks. So yeah, she kept writing. At least in her stories someone always stayed. Then one night her best friend Annie dropped a link in her messages. Some dating show in Italy called Cuore. Told her to stop writing about love and go find it for real. Juliet almost scrolled past it.
Instead, she filled out the application with her heart in her throat. That’s how she ended up on an island full of cameras and fake smiles… and Matteo. He wasn’t like the others. Didn’t perform. Didn’t try to be charming. Just stood there looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Turns out his family made him come. They wanted a different way for him cause he refused to marry any girl that was brought to him. So he went for his inheritance. He wasn’t supposed to pick the American girl who still believed in fairy tales. But he did. For a while it felt like the first real thing that ever happened to her. Like maybe the stories she wrote weren’t completely stupid after all. She just didn’t know something inside her was already counting down. Hi, my name is Ella and this is my first book. Please read, like, and comment. Don't forget to drop a review of my book. Grab your tissues and get ready to cry for the saddest novel ever. The most painful romantic novel ever.