New Orleans — Cat Johnson

When I agreed to be my best friend's maid of honor, I thought it would be fun. Maybe I'd even meet a nice, single guy at the reception. But now the bride is missing, I have the hang over from hell and it seems I might have accidentally had sex with the groom last night while pretending to be a stripper to spy on him at his bachelor party… Or maybe I didn't. It's hard to tell since I can't remember much past drinking that last Hurricane on Bourbon Street. There's also this matter of the groom's identical twin brother and the fact they have a habit of switching places.

I do know one thing, nothing is what it seems in New Orleans. Anything can happen…and it usually does.