Samantha’s POV
Over the next few days, the reality of my plan began to set in.
I had roped Julian into pretending to be my boyfriend for Christmas, and while he seemed okay with it, the situation was anything but simple.
Rosy was ecstatic when I told her.
"I knew he'd say yes! There’s no way he’d turn this down," she said, her voice practically singing through the phone.
"Rosy, stop," I groaned, pacing my living room. "He's just being nice. And besides, this isn't real."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that," she teased.
I sighed, plopping onto my couch and grabbing a throw pillow to hug. "Rosy, this is a terrible idea. What if my mom sees right through us? Or worse, what if Julian thinks I'm crazy for dragging him into this whole thing?"
Rosy laughed. "Samantha, your mom
