Fake dating is a foolproof plan, so why does it feel like I'm ruining everything?
Moving back home to join the Green Mountain Ballet Company came with numerous perks. Better pay, bigger roles, and the chance to dance on the same stage where I first fell in love with ballet. It has a few notable drawbacks as well, like my family’s interference in my personal life. When my mom won’t stop pestering me about dating, I do the only rational thing: invent a boyfriend.
The problem with fake boyfriends is that they’re not real, which means bringing them to a holiday function is a challenge. Enter my childhood best friend, Aidan. We might not be close anymore, but that doesn’t stop us from hatching a plan. We’ll pretend to date through New Year’s to keep everyone happy. Once the holidays and Nutcracker season are over, we can break up (and remain friends, of course).
It’s a foolproof plan, so why does it feel like I’m ruining everything?
