My eyebrows raised, I nod. “Sure. Sounds plausible, but let’s add a bit of reality, keep it real. How about we use how we’d actually met as our story. Only BB attacked you as you were about to enter the bank.”
“Yes, I like that. We can say that meet-cute was love at first sight.” Our eyes congregate for a short dance, then he breaks away, rubbing his palms together. “You can say you live primarily in London but have a small studio apartment in Beverly Hills.” He pauses, index finger over his mouth, deep in thought. He glances at me. “Have I missed anything?”
“The date. We need to set a fictitious date to walk down the aisle.”
He nods. “Right. What do you suggest?”
“June, of course. That’s the ultimate time to wed.”
At least according to an article I read. However, if I were to ever march down the aisle, after miraculously falling in love, I’d pick a spring wedding when everything is fresh, new, and exhilarating.
“Okay, a June wedding it is. So then, I believe that rounds it all—”
“Wait,” I interrupt. “How will we call it off? This fake engagement? Because obviously, this can’t morph into a fakewedding.”
Ugh, that would be a travesty. Or would it?
“Oh.” He waves his hand, minimizing the issue. “That’ll be taken care of down the line. A few months from now, after my dad retires and I’m named president of Hunter, Inc., I’ll say the long distance relationship split us apart.”
That’ll work. I mean it’s better than what I had in mind: faking a pretend argument and breaking it off in front of everyone before we head back to California. Now that would have made for some great acting.
Chase’s attention reverts back to his work while I shift mine out the window, peering out at the puffy clouds in the sky. Evelyn and Chase seem like the perfect couple and sadness grips my chest, mourning the impending split between the two.
It may also be worth noting, this reaction of sadness is normal for me, especially when a production I’ve starred in comes close to an end.
This is nothing different from that—a mere production starring me and Chase Hunter, the H.A.M.—hot ass man—costar.
And as the plane begins its descent into a cold, wintry Christmas in New York, I gear up a mental pep talk of how I’ll portray Evelyn Bloom.
Screenwriter from London. Sexy British accent. Fiancée to Mr. Chase Hunter.
This could very well be the performance of a lifetime.
