Our first kiss was private. Too right to be wrong.
Two strangers stuck in an elevator.
How was I supposed to know he was my boss’s brother?

But our second kiss was anything but.

He cupped my face, feeling my fear.
He stared into my eyes, afraid I would bolt. 
His spontaneous offer: An arranged marriage with a deadline.
He whispered, “Trust me, Princess." 
Then, the public proposal.
His perfectly sculpted lips captured mine again.
The wedding pact —sealed with a kiss. 

The emcee’s high-pitched voice yelled into the microphone. 
"What just happened, folks?" 

It’s fake. It’s not real.
It’s only for a month. Then it’s over.
But he kisses me, not like he needs my help, but like I am his forever. 

Am I? 

A meet-cute, unknown identity, forced proximity, love story.

She’s Rapunzel Robinson, and her life is stolen in public.
He’s d’Artagnan Dugan, and he’s the thief.
There is no faking it till you make it in this love story.