Chubby wants a hubby. At least, I hope she does. Because I’m ready to settle down and I’ve got my eyes set on sassy, sumptuous Mischa. She’s stunning in every way, even if she doesn’t think so. She says “birthing hips”. I say “perfect to grip”. Tomato, tomahto. She’s my happily-ever-after, and I can prove it. But only if I can get the adorable little chatterbox to stop talking long enough to ask her out… I’ll show her I’m husband material. Except I’m not the only one with marriage on the mind. Her strict parents want her wedded. The sooner the better. When the pressure builds, she does the unthinkable. One tiny white lie, and suddenly, I’m her fake fiancé. Now I have one week to make curvy Mischa mine for real.