Lucy Scott



It's always been comfort over fashion for me. But when my boss dangles a carrot in the shape of my very own column, I will do whatever she wants. Even if it means I have to swap my leggings and Uggs for a tight dress and stilettos.



She asks me to do a makeover photoshoot for the magazine I work for.



The night before the shoot, I am saved from an awkward situation by some hot businessman who takes pity on me. Pity. Not exactly the romantic meet-cute that one might hope for. But after the shoot, I get on the subway looking like Malibu Barbie, and I stumble into the same guy! Only, he doesn't recognize me at all.



Then my boss moves the goal post. I can have my column so long as the first article is on her topic: How to Get a Guy to Fall in Love. I hate the idea. It's so cheap, so manipulative. Basically, my boss wants me to make a guy fall for me using tricks from the internet.



What kind of guy deserves that? Then I think back to the shallow guy who only wanted to date me when I had hair extensions, several layers of makeup, and a revealing dress to show off the goods.



Now, with the help of my sisters I'm on a mission to get Mr. Businessman to fall head over heels for me.