Singing and dancing around by yourself to “Dreams” by The Cranberries while drinking straight from a bottle of champagne?

While you’re wearing some wedding gown you just found in a closet?

Yeah. Me too.

And yet, here we are.

At a mountain cabin I was sent to by the awfully pretty actress/pretty awful human I work for to get things ready for her romantic New Year’s Eve getaway with him.

That’s not even the worst thing about the way I meet Holden Archer.

The actress has been paying me to have textual relations with him, pretending to be her—and she doesn’t even like him!

Is it terrible that a snowstorm prevents us from leaving and the actress from getting here?

Neither Holden nor I think so.
Because it turns out our connection goes back a lot further than those texts.
And just like in all my favorite romantic comedies, it’s what got us here that is the most amazing part of the story.

Will my lack of experience cause me to freeze up when we go from inbox to in person?
Or will a dreamy movie star melt my inhibitions and make all my secret New Year wishes come true?