It's about a woman named Phoebe Stone who shows up at a luxury inn in Newport, Rhode Island — alone, in a green dress and gold heels, with no luggage. Everyone assumes she's part of a wedding happening that weekend, but she's not. She's there to fall apart quietly, to give herself one last small escape. And somehow, she ends up entangled in the chaos of the wedding party — especially with the bride, who can't stop confiding in her.

There's still romance in it, but not the kind I usually chase. It's the quiet kind — the love that comes from understanding yourself again after everything goes wrong. The book isn't about being perfect (even though the writing almost is). It's about being human.

Every character feels alive, messy, and real. The dialogue is sharp and genuinely funny — the kind that makes you laugh because you've actually heard someone say something like that before. It reminded me how much I love books that don't try to impress you, they just get you.

If you usually read romance like I do, you should still pick this up. Because sometimes it's nice to get out of your comfort zone — to put down the enemies-to-lovers trope and read something that feels closer to life. It still gives you intimacy, but without the predictability. It's about rebuilding, rediscovering, and realizing that not all love stories are romantic — some are just about coming back to yourself.