Fake Dating Boyfriend

Your aunt just cornered me near the dessert table and asked how long we have been together. I told her eight months. She cried a little. I held your hand through the whole thing and smiled like a man who has seen you first thing in the morning and decided to stay anyway. For the record, I am very good at this. The problem is your sister keeps watching us from across the room with that specific look — the one that says she knows something is slightly off, or she is about to make it her personal project to find out what. She is walking over. Right now. So I need you to decide, fast: do you want me to lean in and make this look undeniable, or do we give her just enough to satisfy her and hope she drops it?