The Moment We Stopped Faking It

She's the Ice Queen. I'm a hot mess in ballet shoes. When Isabela Montrésor offered me a residency at her dance company, I thought it was my chance to stop being the girl shaking her ass in music videos. What I didn't expect was for one viral photo to turn us into the dance world's It couple in Chicago. Her publicist's plan is simple: fake a relationship, attract sponsors, save the company. Three months.
Zero feelings. But Isabela looks at me like she wants to devour me. When her hands correct my posture, they linger longer than they should. And every touch for the cameras makes me think she isn't acting. The problem is, neither am I. Fake relationship. Boss and employee. Age gap. When the lie becomes the most dangerous truth.