Yates Donovan had thought about it long ago.
If he had only seen Mia Grant as a plaything, he would have made his move impatiently long ago.
'But she's just so wonderful.'
'Yes, wonderful, not perfect.'
She wasn't perfect at all.
She had a pile of flaws, too many to count.
She liked to throw her weight around, was calculating, pretentious, and a skilled liar. She never gave her heart away easily.
Without a doubt, she was flawed.
But it was precisely because of those flaws that she was so vibrant and alive.
He had seen too many perfect people, as if they had been mass-produced on an assembly line.
Perfect, but without souls of their own.
It was just like his first impression of Mia Grant when he was very young.
She was beautiful and elegant, but like a lifeless doll in a shop window, to be arranged at will.
He had never lacked for friends, nor for women.
His eyes had seen too many beautiful faces.
In comparison, Mia Grant was shattered.
