The author wasn't looking for romance when she sat down for lunch with Cary Grant in the studio canteen; she was a young actress on the outskirts of Hollywood just hoping for her big break. What she found was a star-crossed soul mate, a man who fell instantly in love with her, pursued her relentlessly, and eventually persuaded her to love him back equally. She and Cary Grant were a glamorous and popular pair, the epicenter of chic and swinging 1960s Hollywood. For a few brief years their romance flourished; they loved big, married, and had a daughter. In many ways their romance played out like one of Grant's movies: bold, witty, full of dramatic gestures, and equally tender moments. When the love ended, it ended in the same way it had started: dramatically. This was on courthouse steps and on the front page of every newspaper in the world. Completely candid and honest, readers will learn of a side of Cary Grant never before seen. It has taken the author two decades to reconcile herself to the death of Cary, and forgive both him and herself. This memoir is the end result of that acceptance; her final love letter to her one true love, Cary Grant.