It seems like a solid plan…

• Get hitched, Vegas-style.
• Lose each other’s numbers, permanently.
• Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever.

Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone.

It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it.

A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake.

Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do…fall in love.