Marissa Appearance is everything to my upper-crust mother, but when she insists I take back my pedigreed-but-cheating ex? I'd rather stab myself with a salad fork. So I blurt out I'm dating someone new. Someone like...that smoking-hot, vaguely familiar guy across the restaurant, who could be the next James Bond. Turns out he's the star of my favorite, cheesy, sci-fi soap opera. (Don't judge me.) One minute I'm fantasizing...