Call Me, Maybe

When Clementine accidentally grabs a stranger's phone at the airport, she thinks it's the perfect escape—finally, someone who has no idea she's a Daly heir or a walking scandal waiting to happen. What starts as a playful phone mix-up with charming journalist Justin turns into late-night calls and texts that feel dangerously real, giving Clementine a taste of being loved for exactly who she is, not her name or bank account. But when the truth about her identity inevitably surfaces, both have to decide if the electric connection they've built can survive the deception—and whether sometimes the best second chances come wrapped in a little bit of chaos. This is the kind of romance that reminds you why strangers-to-lovers hits different when there's genuine heat sizzling beneath all the secrets.