Olivia had never been a good liar.
Not when she was five and tried to convince her mom she hadn’t eaten the last cookie. Not when she was sixteen and told her best friend she totally wasn’t crushing on Ethan Montgomery. And definitely not now, standing in front of a room full of his employees, flashing a diamond ring on her finger that shouldn’t be there.
The weight of the ring felt heavier than it should. Maybe because it wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a symbol of the lie they were about to live.
Ethan, of course, looked completely at ease.
The way he smiled at her, the way he kept his hand resting on the small of her back—it was all so effortless for him. Meanwhile, Olivia was trying not to overthink the fact that his palm was warm against her sweater, or that his touch sent a
