It's true. I'm not what most people would call "pretty" and, well, high school was rough. Fast forward ten years and life is good...

Until a bunch of jerks think it's hilarious to put the "butterface" (AKA me) on a wedding Kiss Cam with the hottest guy ever-and that old humiliation hits hard.

I recognize him immediately. The hottest cop in Waterbury and totally out of my league.

But then he kisses me.

And we totally forget the room, the crowd, everything.

Then he tells everyone we've been dating for months.

Soon everything starts to feel too real, from adorable fights over "necessary" tools to fix my broken porch to surviving a free-for-all dinner with his six siblings to picking up where our last kiss left off.

But there's something he's not telling me about why he's really hanging around, and I'm pretty sure it has to do with my mob-connected brothers.

Because this is not a make-over story, and Cinderella is only a fairy tale...