Dr. Liam Hayes has everything under control. Brilliant, composed, and quietly wealthy, he built one of the country’s most exclusive private hospitals—and a life free of emotional entanglements. He doesn’t believe in messy things like love. Not anymore.

Then Luelle Carter—better known to the world as pop superstar Lily Vale—is rushed into his care after collapsing on stage. Burned out and desperate to escape the spotlight, she’s admitted under strict secrecy. Groggy and half-lucid, the first thing she says to Liam is:

"Will you marry me?"

He assumes it’s a joke. She says it isn’t.

What starts as a wild moment between strangers becomes something deeper neither of them expected. Away from cameras and chaos, Luelle finds quiet in Liam’s world—a place where she can finally be herself. And Liam, who’s long kept his heart locked away, begins to feel again in her presence.

As Luelle recovers, they share long walks, quiet talks, and moments of laughter that catch them both off guard. Slowly, the walls between them crumble, revealing truths they’ve never told anyone else.

But peace has a time limit.

The spotlight returns. Luelle’s team demands her comeback. Liam’s own past threatens the fragile trust they’ve built. And the safe haven they’ve created begins to crack.

Now, they face a choice: retreat to the safety of the lives they knew—or fight for something neither of them believed was possible.

Because sometimes, love isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or fame.

Sometimes, love is quiet. Steady. Healing.

And when it’s real—it feels just like medicine.

Scene: Liam's apartment, again. Because apparently, it's now the community center.


Kaelani is pacing in oversized socks and a hoodie that says "Emotionally Unavailable But Trying." Vicky247Lovely is curled up on the couch with popcorn, ready for the drama. Luelle lounges nearby, scrolling calmly on her phone like she's waiting for the world to implode, but nicely.


"I can't believe he asked me to a banquet. A whole banquet. With linens and cutlery I don't understand. Why would Xavier do this to me?"


"Because you once described his dimples as 'illegal in six countries' and he probably felt that in the universe."


"You wrote it in your diary. With a glitter pen."


Vicky: (dramatically tossing popcorn in her mouth)


"Let's review the facts. Man flirts. You flirt back by throwing a breadstick at him. Now you're shocked he thinks you're banquet-worthy?"


"It hit his forehead and you yelled 'DODGE THIS, EMOTIONS.'"


"I am not fit for formal dining. What if I panic and say 'you too' when someone says 'enjoy the salad'?!"


"Sweetheart, you once accidentally proposed to a waiter because he complimented your earrings. This is not your lowest moment."


"Why didn't Liam warn me this would happen?! I thought cousins were supposed to be harmless!"


"Liam's upstairs doing online CPR recertification. And probably praying for noise-canceling walls."


"You know what this is, right? This is your main character arc. The chaotic best friend finally getting invited to the ball by the emotionally stable golden retriever."


"I am not Cinderella. I am the rat that turned into the horse."


"Oh honey, you're not the rat. You're the sparkle-powered tornado that steals the show halfway through Act One."


"Please do. I need new material. 'Banquet Blunder: A Love Story' is going to write itself."


"If you survive this banquet, you officially earn the right to roast him at your wedding. That's the prize."


"Wait—who said anything about weddings?!"


Vicky: (grinning like the devil on Wi-Fi)


"You did. Last month. In a sleep-deprived voice memo titled 'Reasons I'd Let Xavier Hold My Purse.'"


Kaelani: (screaming into a couch pillow)


"Liam is never getting his throw blanket back."


Flirt first, Panic later