A RUNAWAY BRIDE

The night before my dream Vegas wedding, I find my fiancé in bed with my best friend.

At the altar, instead of saying yes, I run–and fall.

My white lace dress is muddy

My hair is a mess

My ex-fiancé is trying to kidnap me,

And he won’t give up.

Maybe a strawberry daiquiri (or ten) will help.

Olivia is having a really sh*t day. Her maid-of-honor thinks that “whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” means it’s open season for her and the groom. The groom thinks that marrying sweet, compliant Olivia will be his ticket to her father’s real estate empire. He finds out that when it comes to being used, Olivia is neither sweet nor compliant. Instead of the wedding chapel, Olivia finds a bar, multiple daiquiris, and finally a blackjack table. Hey, the drinks are free a long as you gamble.

Casino owner, Jared Stillman, has just opened a “Dear John” letter and is soothing his bruised ego with whiskey and blackjack at Olivia’s table. When Olivia’s ex refuses to take no for an answer, Elvis suggests that maybe a fake marriage right on the casino floor with hundreds of witnesses will be enough to throw him off the scent. Jared thinks Elvis’ idea is brilliant. But by now the bride has consumed who knows how many daiquiris. Will she remember this is all a joke later tonight? What about in the morning?