When Anna Benoit wishes she's married to the enigmatic owner of the chateau she cleans, she wakes up in a topsy-turvy world where she's Max Barone's wife.
Anna is a romantic who believes in The One and Love at First Sight. Why? Because it happened to her. The second she saw Max Barone she fell desperately, hopelessly in love.
It didn't matter that they were from completely different worlds-he owned a jewelry empire, she cleaned houses-love had no barriers.
Except one.
Max didn't know Anna's name, much less that she existed.
Then one day Anna made a wish. Suddenly she was in an upside down world where everyone believed she and Max had been happily married for years. It was passion. It was romance. It was love. It was everything she'd ever wished for.
Wasn't it?