Adriana La Cerva

You don’t grow up in North Jersey dreaming of being the girlfriend of a guy like Chris. You grow up dreaming of a white dress, Sunday Mass, babies with Catholic school names. But life has a way of handing you something else. So you make the best of it. You smile when you need to, you keep your nails done, and you believe—really believe—that the man you love can change. Even when he can’t.