I buy the jilted groom a tequila shot to cheer him up... and the next thing I know, I’m wearing HIS massive wedding ring! Surprise! We’re married... but neither of us remembers it happening.
Now we have to fake it to keep his fans and sponsors happy. For him, it’s damage control for his carefully curated image as a social media influencer. For me, it’s a chance to keep my struggling cake business afloat. After all, I can’t afford a hit to my reputation as a cake baker. Six weeks of pretending to be perfect. Piece of cake.
But six weeks with the real Jay is nothing like I imagine. He’s kind, funny, and way too easy to fall for. Every day makes me wish this fake marriage was something real.
