Je faisais semblant d'être le petit ami de quelqu'un pour une nuit et maintenant nous sommes mariés.

I pretended to be someone's boyfriend for one night and now we're married. I was sitting in a downtown bar on a Friday night, minding my own business and sipping a beer, when a woman I'd never seen before approached me, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. Not a little peck, a real kiss that lasted three seconds and tasted of wine in despair. She pulled back, her hands still on my shoulders, and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, "But I need you to play along, please." Before I could ask what was going on, she turned and smiled at a couple who had just arrived behind her. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, the one I told you about." His mother was a stern-looking woman in a blazer who looked me up and down as if she He was calculating my net worth. Her father was tall and broad-shouldered, with an expression that said he was ready to question me about my intentions. I should have said something. I should have told them it was clearly a mistake, that I had never met their daughter before, that I was just some random guy in a bar who had been caught in the act of kissing...