Nina can’t give herself a chance to experience passionate feelings for the man she will wed. Them two have encountered the sting and sham of affection and have no expectations of succumbing to it twice. Love is costly—loathe is free.
Three years. A million dollars. An answer for both of their issues. They arranged it all, from the narrative of their initially meeting to the date of their separation. Nothing could turn out badly.
In any case, what they didn’t consider was science, and Nina and Max have no deficiency of it. After excessively numerous close kisses, Nina persuades herself that detesting Max is superior to anything adoring him, and the more she becomes more acquainted with this prospective spouse of hers, the more she finds exactly how especially she really, frantically, and profoundly . . . abhors him.