Stick Fight

The night before my wedding, I walked into my Vegas hotel suite and found my fiancé in bed with my best friend.

Yeah. I know. World's biggest cliché.

But maybe I should've seen it coming. He's a runway god-the son of a fashion mogul. And me? I'm just the people-pleasing, insecure girl from the wrong side of town, hiding behind a designer dress and a dream.

I ran. Out of the suite. Out of my own life. And straight into the arms of Roman Marinelli-NHL superstar, my high school friend, and the Bu...