In the spring of 1953, I realized I was stuck in a dead-end job and had no social life, so I bought a ticket, jumped on a Greyhound bus, and headed for New York City, where the magic happens. City lights, Broadway shows, careers take off, and romances bloom. I landed a job as a weekly columnist at The New York Herald Tribune. It paid well and was within walking distance of where I was staying. I was making it happen; life was going well, and then__.....__

He walked into my life.

Paul Rouleau, a bellhop at the hotel where I was staying, unexpectedly changed everything. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a smile that could light up a room and a charm that was impossible to resist. He wasn't part of my plans, but he persisted in his pursuit of me. I was focused on my career and didn't think I needed or wanted him, but he became all I could think about. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Little did I know that six months later, my life would be transformed in ways I never could have imagined.

This is.... The Untold Story of My Love.

This story is loosely based on my grandmother, Mary Ann Gonsalves. Love letters written, a forbidden romance, and finding true happiness where you least expect it.