Royally Wed #2

I’m ditching my cocktail waitress gig at MadDog’s biker bar because I’m marrying Prince Nicholas of Fredonia -- he of the black hair, blue eyes, and the remarkable royal jewels.

But Nick steps out seconds before our wedding and doesn’t come back. So, technically we’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people -- but the problem is there’s only one – me.

Does Nick have a case of cold feet?

Are more sinister motives at play?

If our royal wedding goes down in flames -- can I get my job back cocktailing at MadDog?

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