Luna
I was raised poor, and the only thing I had going for me was my looks. My fiancé had the same low opinion of me, which is why he never bothered to give me anything real: not my ring, not the gifts, and not his heart. Graham Dessault is another rich man, and I should stay away from him because I've learned the hard way that all that glitters isn't gold.
Graham
Luna's the one for me. I knew it the minute I picked her up and carried her out of the bakery. It didn't matter to me that she was engaged, that she had a bad experience with other guys, that she was reluctant to start a new relationship. None of that mattered. Only us. I just have to convince her that in a world of fakes, our love is true.