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After years adrift, Rocío has (more or less) learned to control her emotions and has reached a kind of equilibrium. She's comfortable with her life. Or so she thought. Because there are two things about to make her explode. First, her father's partner is pregnant. And, yes, that means she's going to have a little brother, something she's not at all happy about. Second, she's met a guy she's really into. And I mean really into. He's funny, brilliant, gorgeous, and—this is important—it seems like he likes her too. The problem is that this guy has a twin brother who is… a complete idiot. A jerk, a jerk, and arrogant. One of those guys who can drive you crazy just by opening his mouth. The worst part? Ro has more fun arguing with the idiot twin than hanging out with the cool twin. And that shouldn't be happening… or should it?