2 stars 
 The writing is decent but it's ruined by unbelievable characters in a bad case of insta-love. Thankfully the story is short (10 chapters) and moves along at a fast pace (one would argue too fast) so you can just get through it but it feels all a little silly and simplistic. 
 Our hero Fyclan Morris, a self made Irish man, meets our heroine Jennifer on the streets and just knows, instantly, she is the one that his half-Gypsy grandmother had foretold. He follows her to a private library, they have a short conversation where he finds out she likes to read, and the next time they meet he declares he is in love to her. Wow. She is similar, and by the second meeting can just sense when he is in the room. 
 Jennifer's family, especially the father, are very 1 dimensional. I wish the author could have made her father a little more complex, e.g. forced by his gambling addiction to pawn his daughter off to the highest marriage bidder but deeply conflicted on this, and tries to self justify his actions. Instead the father is a clear villain through and through. 
 I have been known to forgive unbelievable actions or characters occasionally for a story that delights me with their witty banter (although having both is cearly much better), but there isn't any great moments to make me smile. 
 I also didn't like a big part of the epilogue. (view spoiler)[ If the two eloped and married against the wishes of her parent then why would you arrange your daughter's bethroal at birth? If it was meant to be as Jenny dreamt it then there is no need to have it set it in stone. (hide spoiler)] It was a set up for the next story.