Graduating from college was a big deal for a girl like me, one who came from a broken family that didn't have two nickels to rub together. Not only did I leave with a degree, but I also gained two sorority sisters who I love like family.
My girlfriends and I made a pact that no matter where life took us, we would meet up every two years and spend one full week rekindling our friendship. Despite our careers and personal lives taking us in different directions we have kept that promise.
Our next reunion in on the horizon and I can't bear to see the pity in their eyes once they realize my career has imploded in my face. On top of that my fiancé has turned out to be a thieving gambler who lost all my all my hard-earned life savings on a stupid bet.
I've hit rock bottom.
I love my best friends, but I secretly resent how everything comes so easy for them. Some might say I'm a little green with envy, which is how I end up convincing my sexy neighbor to step in and pretend to be my fiancé for a week. I don’t even partially like the guy, but he’s easy on the eyes and is a pretty good actor.
My plan is simple.
One week of dinners, some hand holding, fake smiles, and then we go our separate ways. In exchange he gets my help in rubbing elbows with some high rollers that can help his career.
Our relationship all a shame. Falling for him is not in the cards.
Or at least, that is what I keep telling myself.
Things get messy and the thin line between make believe and reality get blurred along the way. I am not one to throw in the towel when things get tough, but even I can admit when I'm in over my head. Can I pull off this charade or will my heart make a liar out of me?
Only time will tell.
