Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy.
I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiancé, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love.
Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials.
Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan--with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me.
So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiancé that we can’t be real.
Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight--right?