Sophie pulled out a yellow legal pad from her bag and wrote CRITERIA FOR FAKE BOYFRIEND in large capital letters at the top. “Let’s start easy. I assume you don’t want to take someone to this wedding who’s been convicted for a violent crime they actually committed.” I blinked at her. “Correct.” “Not…a…violent…felon,” Sophie said, jotting it down. “Got it. Next question. How old should he be?” I thought about that. “Maybe mid-to-late thirties? If he’s too young and impressionable, it could get weird. But if he’s too much older than me, that could be weird, too.”