Tú y yo en el corazón de Brooklyn

My name is Aurora and I am about to enter a church to stop a wedding. What do you not believe it? Well sit down, because that's not the worst thing I've ever done in my life. I wish it were. I wish it wasn't just stupid to add to a list. Actually, if I'm about to cause another disaster, it's only his fault. From her blue eyes. From his snake charmer voice. Of her undeniable talent. Of everything she hides under those tacky clothes and that angry look. From the only person on the planet who has managed to melt the coldest Aurora. Damn Evan Bradley. But wait, I think I'm getting ahead of myself. To understand this we must go back a bit, right up to the day I turned twenty-eight. Imagine a table with a blueberry pie in the center. On one side, my octogenarian neighbor; to the other, his cat. No more guests. Don't feel sorry for me, because when I blow out the candles, I'll make a wish. And it will be fulfilled...