The Unengagement Party

Sophie Vance believes in signs, she just doesn't trust hers anymore. Not since she found every red flag about her ex documented in her own journal, in her own handwriting, ignored. So when The Larchmont converts her wedding deposit into an event credit that expires in ninety days, Sophie does the only sensible thing:

She starts a business throwing parties for the freshly heartbroken.

Un-bachelor parties. Un-retirements. Un-graduations. Grief with catering, and business is booming, because everyone in this town is holding a deposit on a life that didn't happen.

There's just one complication: Nathan Cole, the venue's operations manager. A man with a contingency binder, a weather app with push notifications enabled, and a suspiciously Sophie-sized yellow umbrella in his truck that he insists is "inventory." He speaks in load ratings. She speaks in omens. They argue about everything, finish each other's sentences, and fall in love in the translation gap.

But Sophie is dating the safe choice, the nice, obvious, sign-shaped man who agrees with everything she says. Because a man who requires no instincts can't break your heart.

Then the ninety days run out. And buried on the last page of a very boring business proposal, a man who plans for everything has written the one thing he has no exit strategy for.