Story
Georgie lives in Australia. She is blamed for her father's death. He loved her very much, and so did her brothers. Something she noticed about her family was that they all had brown hair, but she was blonde. The mother did not like her living as a family member. Eventually she broke the news that Georgie was not part of the family; she was adopted. A gold bracelet is her only clue to the past. She also gains information of her birth parents who are British. Her brothers (Abel and Arthur) go with her to London to find her past. Both brothers seem to love her, with mixed feelings about being their adoptive sister. Georgie also has another goal: to find her lost love, Lowell, who had left Australia. Along with her brothers, Georgie experiences both the kindness and cruelty of the real world in London, England.
The story progresses with her search for her real family along with the love triangle that develops between her adoptive brothers and Lowell.
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