Liam
I am a second-generation Irish American, so I don't believe in luck. Well, I didn't until the day Orla walks into the room. Now, I know luck is everywhere. Why do you ask? Because I wasn't supposed to be here, in this place, at this time. Thank God and all the leprechauns I was. This feisty, sweet girl is mine.
Orla
My grandma is obsessed with the Irish Apple Cakes at Doyle's Bakery. On any given day she sends me down there to sneak her cake, even though my dad doesn't like it. I say, let her eat cake. Out of all the times I have gone in there, I have never seen this man before, but god do I wish I had. When he turns to me and smiles, I swear my brain stops working. This was definitely lucky timing. Especially since I should be at work.