A Royally Fake French Menage

The ex, the crush, and the castle.

That’s what my impromptu weekend in France should have been called. I didn’t mean to invite her, and I sure as hell didn’t mean to run into him. But that happened, and so did a few other things.

The question… is how do I leave France without wrecking three hearts? Because my family thinks my fake date with her is real, and they’ll never approve of my relationship with him.

But then, I’ve always been a bit… Different.

And neither of them seem to mind.