QUOTE : We were laughing about nothing. At one point, we stumbled upon a chapel. There was a sign that read, Fake Weddings Here.<br /><br />Chance stopped me in the middle of the sidewalk. The vapors of alcohol on his breath infiltrated my nostrils as he spoke close to my face. “Marry me, Princess.”<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“We have an illegitimate goat—a fake child together.” He laughed. “It’s only proper that we partake in a fake wedding ceremony to make you an honest woman.”<br /><br />“You’re insane!”<br /><br />“Shit, we can text a picture to Harry. How fucking awesome would that be?” His mischievous smile sent tremors of desire through me. “Come on, it’ll be fun.