I fell in love with Mr. Darcy on a reality TV show. Cue the happily ever after.

Can you believe it? Me, Emma Brady, the girl who managed to turn reality TV humiliation into a real-life fairy tale, has fallen head over heels for my own Mr. Darcy while the entire nation watched. Yep, I’m the living proof that even the most unlikely of matches can light up the screen. And guess what? Hold onto your tiaras because now my Mr. Darcy has gone and proposed, complete with a promise of happily ever after in his posh English manor.

Cue the confetti cannons and unicorns, right?

Not so fast. Life isn’t that straightforward.

It turns out I unwittingly crashed the party on several fronts: The TV audience had bet on another contestant becoming Sebastian’s happily-ever-after, and I’m not exactly winning their hearts. Not only that, Sebastian’s granny, the family matriarch, thinks I’m an unwelcome interloper, my very existence as his fiancée apparently risking his oh-so-important aristocratic legacy. Oh, and let’s not forget Sebastian’s ex, Lady Jilly McSnootington (okay, not her real name, but you get the picture), who practically majored in making sure I know I’m not worthy.

It’s a lot.

With enough hurdles to keep an Olympian jumping, will our fairy tale script flip into a total rom com disaster, or can we navigate through the drama and chaos to reach our happily-ever-after?

I know which version I want, but is loving the man behind the Austen hero enough?