TRACE: My twin sister found love using the dating site everyone in San Diego is talking about—Mr. Match. And now that she’s happily coupled, she thinks I should look for my match. The thing is? I’m pretty sure I don’t have one. I’ve got soccer. And maybe that’s all I really need—it’s definitely the only thing I’ve ever really been able to depend on, besides Erica. I signed up. But what I got was not what I expected. I did not expect to feel so much for a woman I’d only just met. And I definitely didn’t expect to find myself agreeing to pretend to be her fiancé. The question is, if this is all pretend, why does it feel so real? MAGALIE: When I moved to San Diego from France, I thought that would be enough to convince my mother I was committed to living my own life. But when she announced she was coming to visit, and bringing Henri—the man she wanted me to marry—I panicked. Maybe using a site designed to match you with your soulmate wasn’t the right way to find someone to convince my mother I was engaged. Maybe convincing my mother I was engaged wasn’t the right way to get out of the arranged marriage she was trying to force on me. And maybe there’s a lot more to my fake fiancé Trace Johnson than he’s willing to show the world. I wish I didn’t want so badly to find out what’s beneath his bravado (and his shirt).