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Emily. Every romantic love story begins with a miracle. I believed so until I met Matthew Davis. But this guy turned all my notions of beauty upside down, assuring me that love was overrated. He turned out to be a true cynic and a jerk, and the damned Cupid took my heart and handed it to him. Now it only depends on him what kind of ending awaits our story. But what if miracles do happen, and the main thing is to believe? Matthew. This tiny brunette appeared in my life on Valentine's Day. The prediction card in her hand said that we were destined to meet. And I almost believed it, but a problem arose: our relationship was impossible, as I am the goalkeeper of the New York Penguins hockey club, and Emily is the administrator of the New York Rockets, and the relationship on the ice between our teams is worse than that of the Capulets and Montagues. But what if Cupid was right, and Emily is my craziest save?