It was all the fuss about the bride, but the bride isn’t me. And as the last single sister, let's just say it doesn't go over smoothly. My marital status is now the talk of the town with everyone wondering “what’s wrong with me.” The least I could do is find a date and pretend it doesn't bother me. But, instead, I try to fall in love and pray this doesn't end badly. The last thing I want to do is show up at this wedding alone and prove them all right but, I've got no control over this thing called love, and this is my plight.