Summer wasn’t even entirely sure why she’d even bothered to buy any tickets to that celebrity lottery. Okay, so it was Tony Stark, THE Iron Man. Okay, so they were cheap, and it was a good cause.

She’d certainly never expected to WIN.

Now the petite redhead was standing outside Stark Tower, six months in New York at least enabling her to not gape upwards, waiting to actually meet the man whose life she’d get to be a part of for the next three days. She shoved her hands into her blue jean pockets, idly swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.