Juniper's Pov
I sit at my kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. The soft hum of the morning news plays in the background, but my attention is solely on the mess I got myself into yesterday by lying to Theodore.
My thoughts swirl like the cream in my cup. "Why, why, why did I say I had a boyfriend?" I groan, setting the mug down a little too hard, the coffee sloshing slightly. “Four days. I have four days to produce a boyfriend—or at least the illusion of one. Thanks to me and my stupid big mouth 'I have moved on, I have a boyfriend'”
I rake my finger through my hair laying my forehead down on the table as I think to myself. "God how could I have been this stupid?"
After pacing around my apartment for a few minutes, an idea sparks. I grab my
