Description
I waitress at a Chicago dive bar to pay for my uncle’s rent at Assisted Living. When an entitled drunk guy harasses my BFF, I pour a pitcher of margaritas on his head. Because no good deed goes unpunished — 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. NDA required.”
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 of Fredonia.
Perhaps Lizzie needs to re-think her clandestine hook-ups with Cristoph’s brother – Prince Nicholas – he of the dark hair, pretty blue eyes, and muscles so ripped a girl could get lost in them. I quickly discover Lizzie doesn’t really want a PA… she’s hiring me to travel back to Fredonia and impersonate her while she clears up a few loose ends in Chicago…
What could possibly go wrong?