Conventionally Yours (True Colors, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

Disappointed was last year, when the first wave of rejections for my medical school applications had come in. But everyone had said to try again, to spread my search wider, to be more flexible. Do this certificate, work even harder, get better references. And be patient.

Stupid anxiety, always in the way, making me say exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong moment.

“Do you trust Ohio pizza?”

However, when I opened the door, I couldn’t help my groan. One bed.

Just make it to tomorrow.

Real love didn’t have conditions and limitations. People had failed me, let me down, hurt me. But not everyone was like that.