I bury my head in my hands. “Fine,” I give in, now looking at Holly. “Ivy, it is.”

Holly’s grin reminds me of the Joker. “Great! I was beginning to worry. Now, with only a few days left before your trip home—”

“Wait. A few days?” Ivy debates.

Holly nods, lips pressed in a hard line. “Mhmm. So we’ll need to act fast in order to pull this off. ” She reaches forward, hands us each a file folder. “All the details are in the folders, including your contact information. Study up because you both have some acting to do, one way or another. And try to carve out time to meet up and go over everything just so you are both on the same page.”

I take my folder from her and shove it into my briefcase, pissed off at myself for getting into this mess. “Anything else?”

“Yes. Good luck to you. I hope your trip home is a convincing one.”

Holly walks us out to the elevators, with a reminder she’ll be on vacation, starting tomorrow. “If there is any type of an emergency, please text me.” She struts back to the entryway of My Fake Fiancé, then whirls around suddenly to say, “Oh, and Ivy?”

“Yes?” Ivy says.

Holly lifts an eyebrow, looking like a principal scolding the school bully. “Be mindful of The Rules of Engagement.” She pivots, disappearing through the entryway just as the elevator door slides open.