Prologue

Lovely.

Just, lovely.

I'm fifteen minutes late to the conference,I have a coffee stain on my shirt,and I'm pretty sure my hair looks like some one ran a lawnmower through it.

So yeah, lovely.

My boss is just going to love this.

So let me explain,I'm Lily.

My so-called-friends begged me,more like forced me,to start having feelings.

I have feelings,but I don't just go around loving everything I see.

Hell no!I'm a New Yorker.

Wait, almost to the conference so I have to ,good-bye.

A/N:Well this popped into my head so POOF!AND TWAS BORN.