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fit to shine his shoes, much less pretend to be in them. When in reality, the opposite is true. Jack is the best thing to ever happen to me. Douglas, as it turned out in the end, was the worst. And Jack was my best friend through all of it. Through the fights and the heartbreak, Jack was always there for me. I’m just lucky, that after all these years, Jack and I finally ended up together.
    â€œJack,” I say to Douglas. “His name is Jack.”
    â€œWell, whatever,” Douglas says, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. “I wonder what Trip will say when he finds out that Jack’s not me?”
    â€œIf you drop your lawsuit, I promise that I’ll tell Trip,” I say, and Douglas’s sly smile becomes a full blown grin.
    â€œWell, I was hoping to get to court at least one time to see you in one of your cute outfits,” he says. Even though I never figured out exactly what it was that Douglas did for a living, he always found a way to diminish what I did for a living. Cute outfits for court? I’m abig time lawyer, for God’s sakes! Sometimes being so devoted to fashion really has its drawbacks.
    â€œI’m leaving,” I say, getting up out of my chair.
    â€œWait,” Douglas says. “Sit down. Are you really going to tell Trip everything?”
    â€œIs that what you want? To humiliate me once again? Dumping me mere minutes before my ex-boyfriend’s wedding wasn’t enough for you? Now you want me to confess to my ex that I was so desperate to keep my dignity ever so slightly intact that I made my best friend dress up and pretend to be you?”
    â€œWell, yes, actually,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “That’s exactly what I want.”
    Hmm…. Risk public humiliation at the hands of my ex-boyfriend or face a two million dollar lawsuit? The sort of quandary single girls everywhere must face on a daily basis.
    â€œFine,” I say, trying to plaster a fake smile onto my face. “If I tell Trip everything and completely humiliate myself, will you then drop the lawsuit?”
    â€œSure, Brooke,” he says, putting his hands behind his head. “Sure I will.”
    â€œShake on it?” I ask, thrusting my hand out for him to shake.
    â€œI have a better idea,” Douglas says, and pulls my hand so that my body goes flying across his desk. I fall on top of his desk and try to use my other hand to get back up. “Now, this is more like it,” he says, leaning over me. “ This is what I call a negotiation.”
    â€œYou disgust me,” I say, pulling away and struggling to stand upright. I straighten my suit and spin on my heel.
    â€œYou’ll come back, Brooke,” Douglas says as I walk out of his office. “You always do.”

Chapter Eight
    â€œTrip,” I say to my ex-boyfriend, “we need to talk.”
    We’re on the set of his latest film. You know, the one that’s starring his movie star wife about a woman who goes to her ex-boyfriend’s wedding? Yes, that’s the one. The one that’s all about my life.
    Long story.
    â€œI don’t have time to talk, Brooke,” he says, ever the uber-agent to the stars. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re trying to make a movie here.”
    â€œAbout that,” I say. “There’s something you need to know.”
    â€œOh no,” Trip says, “has the screenplay been leaked on the internet?”
    â€œNo,” I say. “Trip, listen to me. It’s about Douglas. Well, not Douglas, but…. Okay, let me start over. Douglas—I mean, the person who you think is Douglas—isn’t Douglas. That’s why the real Douglas suing us.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about, Brooke?” Trip says, putting down his clipboard and giving me his full attention.
    â€œWell, there was a Douglas. A Scottish guy I was living with. But we weren’t engaged when I told you we