Two princes are in love with Lucy. Too bad she's an imposter... — I waitress at MadDog biker bar to pay my uncle’s rent at Assisted Living. I work my a** off but when I pour a pitcher of margaritas on a loser harassing my BFF—I’m fired. I scour want-ads until I find one that doesn’t make me want to hurl. "PERSONAL ASSISTANT WANTED: Twenties. Fab people skills. Celebrities don’t intimidate you. If actress—you can NEVER use this on your resume." Sounds dicey as hell. I apply immediately. Lady Lizzie Billingsley– who if you get drunk and squint could be my impeccably polished twin—is entering into a marriage of convenience with playboy Prince Cristoph, the heir to the throne of Fredonia. Lizzie doesn’t really want a PA…she's hiring me to impersonate her, keep Cristoph's wandering eye in check while she clears up a few loose ends. Did I mention the gig pays a fortune and includes a makeover? What could possibly go wrong?