“I don’t know—odd? Besides, who really cares about the dress?” Andie argued. “The most important thing about that scene is what Harry says to Sally.”

“Agreed.” A wistful sigh escaped Kat. “When he lists all the things he loves about her…”

“And how he wants the rest of his life to start now…” Andie echoed Kat’s sigh. “To have someone say that to you.”

“It would be wonderful.” Julia couldn’t help it, she sighed too. “But it’s pure fantasy.”

“Oh, come on, Jules,” Kat groaned. “It’s romantic.”

“It is,” Julia agreed. “But have you ever met someone you can picture saying those things to you in real life?”

Their silence made her point. After a beat, Andie shifted her bag on her shoulder and grabbed another piece of fruit from the gift basket. “Well, that’s why we’re here, right? To live the fantasy.” She pointed at Julia. “And you need stop being so negative.”

“Yeah,” Kat chimed in. “You need to be open to the idea of this being real—or at least feeling real. Otherwise it’s going to be a very long week resulting in one very crappy review.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Julia shook her head. “My attitude makes me the perfect person to write this review.”

“Because you’re going to hate this place?” Andie wondered, opening the door to the suite.

“No.” Julia rolled her suitcase into the hall. “Because,” she jabbed a thumb at herself, “if they can manage to make this skeptic feel like she’s living in a rom-com, they can make anyone.”

CHAPTER 7

LUKE

After grilling Luke on the details of his plan, his sister had sent him to his room to change—accompanied, also at Penelope’s insistence, by Vijay. He’d intended to just rinse off and put on a clean shirt, but Pen had laughed and told him if he was going to go forward with this charade, he needed to follow her rules. And one of those rules was that he “dress appropriately for the part.”

Luke never should have told his sister she was in charge. The power was already going to her head. But after a few minutes of arguing when they were already pressed for time, he finally agreed to go upstairs with Vijay so he could, according to Penelope, “look like a love interest.”

What was that even supposed to mean? Was there some secret rom-com hero dress code he was unaware of?

Apparently, there was. And it consisted of crisp dress shirts in colors the exact shade of gray as his eyes and fisherman sweaters and those knit shirts with the buttons at the neck that Vijay informed him were called Henleys.

“You sound like a Macy’s ad. How do you know all this stuff?” Luke wondered.