A week ago, if you told me my boyfriend was cheating on me, I would have called you a liar.
If you said a movie star would walk into my bakery and offer to help make my ex jealous, I would have thought you'd eaten one too many of my grandmother's special brownies.
And if you had the audacity to suggest my fake date would turn into the love of my life? I would have told you to stop toying with me. I've been through enough disappointment lately.
There's no way a movie star is going to fall in love with a bakery owner from Wisconsin. This isn't a Hallmark movie.
