My name is Michelle.
People call me Shelly. Or Shell. Or Mish. Even Em.
Really, they call me whatever the hell they want because, truthfully, I’m a pushover.
I’m not one of those girls.
Those pretty girls who are sweet and confident.
Not even close.
I’m plain as white cotton panties. In short, I’m invisible.
What does this have to do with anything?
Nothing, really, but my story is about how I met my neighbour, Ty.
You see, my neighbour is a gigolo.