Ella never leaves work early. She loves her copy of Strunk & White. She buttons her shirt up to the top. She buys beige furniture. She pays her bills on time and always says hello to her neighbors. If she were a superhero, her alter-ego would be SuperPoliteGirl. She doesn't have any vices-as long as swearing in Italian doesn't count. If she were in a romance novel, her fiance wouldn't fit the mold of the love interest-not by any stretch of the imagination. His shoulders aren't particularly broad, his five o'clock shadow comes in patchy during the night, and his voice is a moderate tenor, not a shiver-inducing baritone. But those minor issues are the elements of fiction. No one needs that in day-to-day life. Right?