Alice Scott is an eternal optimist still dreaming of her big writing break. Hayden Anderson is a Pulitzer-prize winning human thundercloud. And theyâre both on balmy Little Crescent Island for the same reason: to write the biography of a woman no one has seen in yearsâor at least to meet with the octogenarian who claims to be the Margaret Ives. Tragic heiress, former tabloid princess, and daughter of one of the most storied (and scandalous) families of the twentieth century.
When Margaret invites them both for a one-month trial period, after which sheâll choose the person whoâll tell her story, there are three things keeping Aliceâs head in the game.
One: Alice genuinely likes people, which means people usually like Aliceâand she has a whole month to win the legendary woman over.
Two: Sheâs ready for this job and the chance to impress her perennially unimpressed family with a Serious Publication.
Three: Hayden Anderson, who should have no reason to be concerned about losing this book, is glowering at her in a shaken-to-the core way that suggests he sees her as competition.
But the problem is, Margaret is only giving each of them pieces of her story. Pieces they canât swap to put together because of an ironclad NDA and an inconvenient yearning pulsing between them every time theyâre in the same room.
And itâs becoming abundantly clear that their storyâjust like the tale Margaretâs spinningâcould be a mystery, tragedy, or love ballad . . . depending on whoâs telling it
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
Great Big Beautiful Life
âHe was the one who built the House of Ives as the world knows it. But Iâve always thought of him as the beginning of the end. The stepping stone that decided the entire path. The first domino that tipped. The one who, for better or worse, set every moment of my life into motion.â
âI think she loves me because Iâm her daughter. But Iâve never felt sure she loves me because Iâm me. Does that make sense?â
âThatâs what my family used to make themselves very richâand like Dove Franklin says, powerful too. But in the end, it doesnât matter. Even if youâre the one to build the monster, youâre never going to be able to control it. Itâll gladly eat you alive and floss with your bones, once itâs finished with everyone else.â
âIt feels like youâve lived their whole life with them. And I just canât help but think, weâre not supposed to know how it all ends, this early. Itâs too much of a burden.â
âHe was the love of her life, and he let the world make him too small for her.â
âEvery bad thing that every perfect stranger said about him mattered. Because he wasnât used to discounting it. He was used to peopleâs opinions of him having been formed byâŚwell, him. His actions and intentions, their personal experience with him.â
âI was a news story the moment I was born. From before my first breath, there were two distinct Margaret Iveses. There was me, and then there was the other one, the one who belonged to the public. Who got written about. Who people loved at times and hated at others, and no matter where I stood with the public, I understood that it wasnât really me.â
âDonât take this the wrong way, but you sound like a robot learning to love.â
âAll I ever want is to be around you. Itâs not just sex. I mean, I do want to have sex with you.â
âBut this is who I am, and even if you donât understand it, couldnât you just pretend for a few days a year that you respect me? That you like me? Because I canât figure out how to be anyone else, and itâs lonely, itâs so fucking lonely being the person who doesnât belong in this family.â
âRemembering my decisions donât make much of a difference in the end.â
âPretending everythingâs fine only works for so long. And I donât know. It freaks me out a little, that I couldâŚthat I could feel like this, about someone whoâs good at pretending to be fine. That I could miss it, if youâre actually not. It was about me. Like you said.â
âIâve always felt most myself when Iâm alone.â
âI promise. I love touching you. I love kissing you. I love hanging out with you. I love this.â
âFor the one you love? Anything. You unmake the world and build a new one. You do anything to give them what they need.â
âWell, if youâd like, I can get you my momâs phone number and the two of you can compare notes about all the more impressive jobs I couldâve had, and then I can reach out to your dad and let him know I agree you shouldâve played basketball in high school.â
âI understood what really mattered. I understood my priorities. I understood what, in this life, was nonnegotiable for me. A lot of people donât find that out until itâs too late. They wait to say things, and they donât get the chance. So collecting other peopleâs stories, learning from their mistakes, it is a gift too. You are who you are right now in part because of what you did for Len and his family. You canât control any of that other stuff you worry about, but you can control what you do.â
âInappropriate? I didnât think so. Curious? Exceptionally, seeing as how my husband had to have passed away at least thirty years before you were even born.â
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