It's the question I dread.
Because my (not so) meet cute was unexpected to say the least. I was in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me on as their bride, you know, as you do.
He was striding around the block, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong.
That's when we bumped into each other . . . And there were no sparks. Not even a hint of blossoming love.
But next thing I knew, he'd convinced me to pretend to be his girlfriend so he could get his deal back on track. Suddenly, I find myself living in a mansion, enjoying swanky business lunches, and pretending we're head over heels in love . . .