Elizabeth lies to her ex-wife's face:     Yes, I'm seeing someone. She's wonderful.
It's the whiskey talking. And the humiliation of being the one who's still alone while her ex plans wedding number two, moving on like their marriage was just a practice run.
Now she has two weeks to produce a girlfriend who doesn't exist.
Kelsey makes Elizabeth's morning coffee. She's also been pathetically in love with her since pretty much the first time she saw her. Elizabeth is 48, brilliant, untouchable, and wouldn't look twice at a 31-year-old barista. But when Kelsey overhears Elizabeth's desperate phone call-something about a lie, an ex-wife's wedding, and needing a girlfriend     now    -she does the most unhinged thing she's ever done: she volunteers.
Two weeks to fake it. One wedding to survive. 
Except the slow dance feels too real. The hotel room has only one bed. The wedding's over, the deal's done. But walking away might be the hardest lie either of them has ever told.
A sapphic fake dating romance with forced proximity, only one bed, and an age gap worth breaking all the rules for.