Destination:Wedding

Sophie...

I cannot be married to Harley Crawford. Aside from having a fiance waiting for me at home, Harley is my best friend, my Man of Honor. But the ring on my finger, the video of a Las Vegas Michael Jackson singing "I'll be There" and--did I mention the ring on my finger--all say otherwise. But I'm a lawyer and more than well versed in the procedure to undo an epic mistake. But those abs...that smile...the way he looks at me...certainly my drunk self wouldn't do anything that my sober self didn't secretly want. Right?

Harley...

Okay, I married my best friend, but I couldn't let her marry that two-timing fiancé of hers. What kind of friend would I be? So, when she suggested a trip to Vegas to heal my newly jilted, semi-broken heart, I might have had an ulterior motive, I might have even orchestrated a wedding. But Sophie isn't just any girl. She's the one. Now, all I have to do is convince her before I lose her forever.