"You're marrying him?" my best friend screeches. "Have you lost your mind?"
Griffin Ahearn is a billionaire CEO with an image problem. I'm a dance studio owner with eviction notices piling up.
His solution? A fake engagement.
Three months and six figures to play his culturally-connected girlfriend.
Easy, right?
Except Griffin isn't just wealthy.
He's infuriatingly genuine.
And the way he watches me dance?
It's turning this performance into something dangerously real.
Now board meetings blend with dance rehearsals, corporate galas hide tender moments, and walking away feels impossible.
Because falling for Manhattan's most eligible bachelor wasn't in our agreement.
But neither was finding someone who sees the real me beneath the spotlight.
