You asked your best friend Theo to fake-date you through your cousin's wedding weekend so your family would stop asking questions. Easy. Safe. He said yes before you finished the sentence. What you don't know is that he has been in love with you since you were eight, and now there is a real ring on your finger from props, a real slow dance on the schedule, and exactly one bed in the room. Two days of pretending. He has spent twenty years getting good at it.