Meet Dalton Moss: quick-witted, impulsive, aggressively unambitious; a halfhearted assistant to a Hollywood events planner, she's haggling over the price of chicken Florentine and waiting for the workday to end.
Meet Dalton's boyfriend, Roman: charming, intellectual, worldly; he lands in L.A. just long enough to slip a two-carat diamond on her finger before flying right off again.
Now meet Dalton's other boyfriend, Jeremy: perfect in his imperfection, surly in his attraction to her and can match her beer for beer; she doesn't want to love him, but can't help herself, despite Roman -- and despite Jeremy's other girlfriend.
Confused? So is Dalton.
Now that she's engaged, twenty-five-year-old Dalton figures she should temper her penchant for dive bars, abusing her mother's credit card and her fiery, furtive relationship with Jeremy. After all, this is her chance to shed her bad-girl habits and live happily ever after.
But that diamond ring seems to wink at her in defiance, representing everything she's ever, and never, wanted. Roman's offering a rescue from her drowned existence in L.A., but Jeremy could be her twisted ticket to wonderland. She's been holding out for a crushing feeling, a love like that, but will she figure out which man she has it with before she loses them both?