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Twelve obscenely wealthy international students. One historic mansion. Three years at Harvard Law. Absolutely no boundaries. They came from Milan, Amalfi, Paris, Madrid, Geneva, London, Athens, Stockholm, Kyoto, Monaco, Rio, and Vienna carrying billion-dollar surnames, impossible expectations, and enough baggage to fill every bedroom in Brattle House. But nobody expected Leonardo Visconti and Azzurra D’Amalfi. He’s Milanese—quiet, brilliant, painfully romantic, and the kind of man who has spent his entire life yearning for a love he wasn't sure existed. She’s Amalfitan—fiery, dramatic, passionate, affectionate, and a hopeless romantic who has always believed she's destined for one enormous, life-altering love. They've never met. Then Azzurra walks through the front door. Leonardo looks at her. She looks at him. And for one impossible moment, the entire fucking world stops. While Milan falls hopelessly in love with Amalfi, the rest of Brattle House isn't exactly behaving themselves either. Friends become lovers, casual hookups stop feeling casual, opposites attract, jealousy exposes secrets, and everyone becomes far too invested in everyone else's relationships. Between brutal Harvard classes, late-night study sessions, black-tie parties, family expectations, cultural clashes, stolen kisses, disastrous group chats, and twelve foreigners slowly becoming family, surviving law school might actually be the easiest part. Because inside Brattle House, everyone is studying the law. Nobody is following it.