Be My Fake Fiancé

I was having the worst day ever, and to cheer myself up I was trying on wedding gowns at a boutique. Which is cool, until my frenemy walked in with her posse of women. "Emma! You're getting married too? So am I!" I'm not getting married. I don't even have a boyfriend. I just find wearing a wedding dress can turn a bad day around.

I applied to be on my favorite TV show, The Love Trials, as a joke. I never expected to get chosen. I mean, come on! I'm single, for one thing. It's a couples game. And yet, here I am. In a Scottish castle - no less - and about to make a fool of myself on national television. The producers say they're going to match me up with a total stranger. We need to fool the other couples - and the British public - that we are totally legit. Easy enough, right?

When Primrose Courtier the second, turned up on my doorstep, looking like me, I didn't know what to think. I knew I was adopted. My Italian parents didn't hide the fact. But I had no idea my birth parents are King and Queen of a country I've never heard of. Prim wants to get a taste of normal life and I have to find out why my parents let me go!

There are a million reasons why I should delete Carter's number. We're over. Our relationship is dead. My heart - as my German uncle would put it - is "kaputt." But when he calls me, I still get butterflies in my stomach.