📘 She needed a fake boyfriend for 48 hours. What she got was robes, rooftop kisses, and something suspiciously close to feelings. Plus-One Problems by Mills and Swoon Lydia March didn’t believe in weddings, commitment, or eating gluten before noon. But she did believe in being a very good friend, which is how she found herself at a country spa hotel in the Cotswolds surrounded by 12 women named things like Ashleigh and Gabs, clutching a Prosecco flute, and pretending not to panic. “You didn’t bring a plus one?” Gabs asked, faux-concerned, eyelash extensions fluttering like a threatened peacock. “I did,” Lydia said smoothly, even though she absolutely hadn’t. “He’s just—parking.” “Oh. He drove you?” Gabs’ tone suggested this was code for something deeply erotic. “Mmm,” Lydia replied, sipping her drink. “Manual.” The problem was, this was a lie. A big, juicy one. And now she had roughly twenty minutes to produce a man from thin air, or spend the weekend as that girl—the one ...
