I'm a jewelry designer, so I already had the ring.
And that's how I created the biggest lie this holiday season will ever see.
When my family drops by my tiny apartment to inform me—and for my nemesis cousin to gloat—that being the only unmarried one now, I'll be sitting with the kids for Christmas lunch, I blurt out that I am, in fact, engaged… to a billionaire. Make that three billionaires. What was I supposed to do? Their faces were staring up at me from a business magazine I bought a couple of months ago during a late-night ice cream run, all so I could continue ogling their ridiculously handsome faces in the privacy of my home. Don't judge me.
Of course, they can't make it. For several reasons, they don't know they're engaged to some loser girl, let alone that I exist, but for the sake of my lie, they're just too busy being billionaires. But it sure makes sitting with the kids that much less pathetic, right?
Except when the billionaires themselves show up at the family holiday ranch, and I can't even begin to explain how and why they're actually there.
