"Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream, I was kissing Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream…"

It was only three in the afternoon, but already it was a great day. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald had rolled out of bed at 6:30 in the morning, looked in the mirror, and was happy to find that she was having a good hair day. A fantastic hair day, actually, and she hadn't had one of those in a looong time.

Once she had made her way downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal before driving over to Crane mansion, where she worked as Ivy Crane's personal assistant, she was surprised to find that her younger brother Miguel had prepared migas, eggs prepared with green and red bell peppers, onions, and a few of Miguel's "secret" ingridients, along with warm, fresh flour tortillas to replace her usual bowl of Chex. Theresa's mouth watered as the aroma of her favorite morning treat filled her senses, and after she had eaten all that her stomach could hold, she left for work, not even minding that it was only eight in the morning.

Once she arrived at the Crane mansion, Mrs. Crane informed her that because of a job well done on a garden party Theresa organized back in April for the Junior League, she would be receiving a bonus on her next pay check. It was a hard party to plan for- peole kept calling and confirming their attendance, then calling two days later and cancelling, and then calling and confirming AGAIN. It was a nightmare, and Theresa was secretly pleased to see that her efforts had not gone unnoticed by her employer. Mrs. Crane left shortly after that, saying something about picking her heartbroken son up from the airport. That had left Theresa all day to begin planning a benefit dinner Mrs. Crane was holding for the children's wing of the hospital.

And now, it was only three o'clock, which meant that she'd be able to pick up a spare shift at the Book Café, her part time job.

And to top it all off, it wasn't everyday that the radio station played the Bangles!

"It's just another manic Monday…I wish it were a Sunday…"

Theresa eased her car down Atlantic Avenue, taking in the view of the ocean not even a half of a mile away. It was an early summer day, not too hot, with a light northern breeze blowing in from Canada. Perfect. The kind of dreamy days that Theresa loved.

Theresa had lived in Harmony, Maine her entire life. Three years ago, she had left Harmony for a semester to attend the University of Maine- Portland. That hadn't gone too well- she was too close to her family to be so far away- and had returned to Harmony the next semester. She now attended the U of M in Ellsworth, just a thirty-minute drive up Interstate One.

At twenty-two, Theresa was a bright young woman with a strong head on her shoulders. She was talented beyond belief in anything she put her mind to, whether it be singing, or fashion design, or planning major social events. She somehow managed to work not only both of her jobs during the school year, but to also take a full load of classes.

But, Theresa wasn't perfect. Wasn't anywhere near perfect. She already had five speeding tickets to her name. She couldn't cook to save her life. She could be way too goofy, and had a tendency to be slightly vain. Both of her credit cards were maxed, but when you added all of her imperfections to her many talents, the end result was a beautiful young woman who was personable. Likable. Someone you could relate to.

"Had to catch a morning train, have to be at work by nine…if I had an airplane…"

Theresa sped up as she went down Atlantic Avenue, trying to catch the light at the intersection of Main Street before it turned red. It was a long shot, but the light at Atlantic and Main took ages to change cycles!

As her speedometer rose to near eighty, she put her blinker on and glanced around. The light was yellow, and she was going to make it!

As long as the Harmony PD wasn't anywhere in sight.

She hit the light just as it turned red. Not caring, she flew through the intersection, still singing along with radio.

"Cause it takes me so long-"

Theresa slammed on her brakes as a stray dog ran across the street, seeming to smile up at her as he trotted on by happily. She was releasing the brakes when she glanced into her rearview mirror and saw a shiny red sportscar barreling down the hill towards her.

Theresa heard the noise before she felt the impact. A loud screeching of brakes from behind her, then the crunching of metal meeting metal.

Theresa grasped onto her steering wheel for dear life, praying to God that this wasn't the end.

Luckily, it was over as quickly as it had happened, and with shaking legs, Theresa managed to pull herself from the car. Other than a knot forming on her forehead where it had hit the steering wheel, Theresa didn't have any injuries.

Theresa walked up to the sports car, surveying it for damage. Her older brother, Luis, had always told her that the first step at an accident- after checking for injuries, of course- was to examine the damage. To her relief, neither car was bad off, just dented from the impact of the accident.

The driver's side door swung open, and a tall, decently built guy jumped out of the car. He ran towards Theresa, his face ashen with worry.

As he came closer, Theresa drew in a sharp intake of breath. Standing before her was the most gorgeous man she had ever had the joy of laying her eyes on.

And Theresa suddenly found herself forgetting about the wreck. Forgetting that her head was beginning to throb. Forgetting that this wreck was probably her fault, and her insurance rates were going to shoot through the roof.

Because at that moment, all she could think about was the deep blue of his eyes, the curve of his jawline, and what it would feel like to have his kissable lips on her mouth…