Scarlett Aurora Whitmore came to New York City with big dreams of becoming an artist. Armed with the address of an agency given to her by her stepsister, she left her hometown without knowing that the address was fake and the agency was known as a place full of traps. Her first day in the capital turns into a nightmare when Scarlett falls victim to a pickpocket and loses everything.

In a state of despair, fate brought her together with Grandma Victoria Caldwell, a kind-hearted grandmother who almost lost her life when she was crossing the road. Without hesitation, Scarlett saved Grandma Victoria from a speeding car. As a return for the favor, Grandma Victoria takes Scarlett to her house which turns out to belong to her grandson Julian Theodore Caldwell,  a famous superstar who has secretly been Scarlett's idol for a long time.

Feeling like she owes her life, Grandma Victoria makes a big decision: to match Scarlett with Julian. An arranged marriage born of gratitude and belief that fate has chosen the right woman for his grandson.

However, marriage is never easy. Julian's heart is still tied to Selena, the beautiful actress and model he once loved. Selena is a woman who rejects marriage for the sake of her career, until she finally regrets it when Julian actually marries Scarlett. Selena's presence again shakes the household which has never had time to find warmth.

Amidst the glare of cameras, gossip, and past wounds, Scarlett must survive as a wife who is loved by fate, but has not yet been completely chosen by his heart. 

Meanwhile Julian is caught between old regrets and new feelings that are slowly growing.
Will the love born of fate be able to defeat the love that came first or will the past come back to take everything?

The silence after Julian left my trailer was louder than the frantic bustle of the film set outside. I turned back to the vanity mirror and began to wipe away the traces of my character's tears with a cotton pad. My reflection felt like a stranger. The woman staring back at me had eyes that were too bright and a mouth that was pulled into a tight line of suppressed anxiety. I was becoming the person I had always mocked in scripts: the woman who couldn't tell where the performance ended and her reality began.


Chapter 67 - MIRROR'S EDGE