“That won’t be necessary, because I came up with a plan,” I say. Both of my best friends raise their eyebrows at me. “I sort of, kind of … got Grayson Carter to agree to be my fake fiancé for the summer.” Simone’s mouth drops open, while Myla gasps and claps her hands together in glee. “I love the fake dating trope!” Myla’s smile is infectious, drawing one out of me.
