— Galya, listen.
You need money, and I need a fake wife. Let’s help each other.
— How much will you pay?
— I won’t hurt you.
— What will I have to do?
— Smile and look at me like I’m the best man in your life. It’s only for one evening, and then we’ll part ways and never meet again.
I desperately need money for my daughter’s surgery. I was just racking my brains about where to get that huge amount when, right on the doorstep of our supermarket, he showed up—a charming and slightly crazy prince in an expensive designer suit.
He can solve my problem. But what should I do with my feelings that aren’t fake?