A forty-something Werewolf supermodel, five supernaturally screwed up bridesmaids, and a demonic mother of the groom determined to ruin the wedding.
Awesome ... not.
How has my life come to this? Not sure who I screwed over in a past life to end up with a heinous mother-in-law who thinks my wedding is for her. If I didn't love Chance more than myself—which is a lot—I'd rethink the entire hot mess.
Problem—I've been instructed to show up in Hell on my wedding day with six bridesmaids. I have exactly two friends in total. The punishment for failure? Electrocution—which would suck.
Problem Solve—Go to a supernatural plasticware party at the community center and blackmail a few gals into being bridesmaids.
New Problem—The gals I coerced bring their own brand of crazy to the party.
Whatever. Chance is the Demon of my dreams. He loves me fur and all. One night of Hell for a lifetime of happiness is a good trade. I hope ...
Move over, Bridezilla. I've got this covered.
Welcome to my big fat hairy wedding.
