On the first day of December, Christmas Village gave to me…
A certificate of matrimony.
That unforgettable night had it all: infinite sparks, naughty-list-level heat, and zero altars.
Clearly there’s been a mistake. It’s nothing an annulment can’t fix.
Yet when I track down Foster, my accidental hubby, and ask him to sign, he refuses.
No signature. No explanation.
Foster is as unyielding as stale fruitcake.
His proposal? Fake it til we make it—to Christmas, that is.
My response? Merry little mischief—each day, a new prank designed to crack his resolve.
But as my tricks pile up like snow, the line between faux and feelings starts to blur.
Are we destined for a festive fiasco?
Or could our fake marriage be the real deal?
