Her Hometown Girl

I had doubts before the Big Day--doesn't everyone?--but I didn't expect to find my fiancée banging the caterer's assistant right before the ceremony. Especially because he's a guy. And we're lesbians. The proper sort of Southern Californian lesbians who invest in hedge funds and wear bedazzled wedding dresses and wouldn't be caught dead in a Subaru.

But then I became a runaway bride, headed straight for Belladonna Ink to get the kind of tattoo I always wanted and my ex always called trashy. ...