The last time she had looked in the mirror a dramatically different reflection had greeted her. It was almost four months ago now. Goose bumps rose on Lilly's skin as she looked at her arms, expecting to see the familiar black and blue bruises. They weren't there anymore; they were long gone. Her body had healed and recovered. If only her mind and heart would follow the example her body had set for them. Lilly Jackson was leaving behind a life she had always known for a clean slate. Moving in with her estranged grandmother, Lilly begins anew. New friendships, new town, and a new love. What Lilly didn't understand yet was that even on her clean slate remained red remnants of what used to be. Despite the nightmare she left behind in Princeton, Lilly quickly blossoms in the collegiate atmosphere with her grandmother's delectable cooking to distract her. Even more distracting is the handsome stranger who strikes up an argument with her: the passion of Heathcliff versus the immaturity of Mr. Darcy. Intrigued by the man and his sentiments, Lilly finds herself impossibly falling in love amidst literary parallelisms and allusions in a fairytale romance. But all too soon the thing Lilly runs from catches up to her, and only the strength and love she found in her new life can protect her from spilling Red .