The Perfect Illusion

It's only pretend. And its only three months. I'm in the midst of scrawling "I QUIT!" onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act... Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée. With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he's truly, madly, deeply in love with me -- his third personal assistant this year. He can't even pronounce my name correctly, how's he going to convince his family he's in love with me?! I'm seconds from giving him a resounding "no" when he flashes his signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a whole mess of zeroes. On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride. But, oh baby, there's one thing I haven't told him, one teensy-tiny thing that could make this just a hair complicated. Here's hoping this entire thing doesn't explode in our faces.