I was buried up to my neck in stylish wedding magazines that were suffocating me. Ten stacks of invitation drafts I spent two hundred dollars on were sitting in the corner collecting dust, mocking me . Sample wedding fabric cards stitched with tinged yellow lace material laughed at me. Wedding planning was hard. But the harder part was planning your best friend's wedding. It wasn't because she was the most quiet bridezilla, or because she requested a white chocolate fountain that I had to auction my arm off for -- no, that was easy. The hardest part was being in love with her soon-to-be husband for almost ten years. My whole life has been a series of unfortunate events, all of which I've had a plan for. But what I didn't plan for was to meet Braxton. I didn't plan for the series of unfortunate events that would unravel like lace underneath my nose. I certainly didn't plan on having to post-pone my best friend's wedding (bonus!) because the mafia were after me (not so bonus).