Now Lily Evans has done it. She's dead, her life is over. Why had she lied about having a boyfriend? How was she going to show up at her family's Christmas dinners without one? If she arrives without a lad on her arm, she might as well admit to being pathetic and desparate enough to invent an imaginary boyfriend. She refuses to be Petunia's laughing stock again this year, so she does what any sensible girl would do. She hires an escort to play the part. Cover by Gracedkelly Texture by xnienke.deviantart.com