Save

Emily. I believed that every romantic love story begins with a miracle. I thought so until I met Matthew Davis. But this guy turned all my ideas about beauty upside down, assuring that love is overrated. He turned out to be a real cynic and a jerk, and that 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 actually happen, and the main thing is to believe? Matthew. This tiny brunette appeared in my life on Valentine's Day. The fortune card in her hand said that we were destined to meet. And I almost believed it, but a problem arose: our relationship was impossible since I was the goalkeeper of the New York Penguins hockey club, and Emily was the administrator of the New York Rockets, and the relationship on the ice between our teams was worse than that of the Capulets and Montagues. But what if Cupid was right and Emily is my craziest save?