If there were an award for “Most Awkward Couple Dinner in the History of Fake Relationships,” I’m pretty sure Cole and I would win.

We were standing in front of his house — or technically, the house of our parents. Yes. His dad and my mom. Same roof. Same bed. Same wedding plans.

Perfect.

I took a deep breath as I adjusted the collar of my blouse. “This is it.”

“Smile,” Cole whispered as he opened the gate. “We’re the picture of forbidden love, Faye.”

“Gross,” I said, but laughed anyway. No matter how weird this was, it really was the next step — to make our parents believe we...