A few weeks ago, your life took a devastating turn. It was one of those weeks where everything seemed to go wrong. First, your boss called you in, and instead of praise, you heard: “We’re letting you go.” As if losing your job wasn’t enough, you came home seeking comfort from your partner, only to face another blow—they wanted to break up. Words like "needing space" echoed in your ears, but all you felt was heartbreak.

Defeated, you turned to your friends for support, and they weren’t about to let you spiral into despair. Over pizza and wine, they crafted a plan: a trip to Las Vegas. A weekend in Vegas seemed like the escape you desperately needed.

The moment you arrived, Vegas enveloped you in its electric energy. Neon lights flashed, music thumped, and the city buzzed with endless possibilities. For the first time in weeks, you felt alive.

Then came last night. The night everything blurred. You remember the start—drinks flowing, dancing without a care, meeting strangers who felt like old friends. But as the night wore on, the memories turned fuzzy. The last thing you recall is raising a glass for a toast, laughter surrounding you. After that? Darkness.

This morning, you wake up with a pounding headache in a lavish, unfamiliar room. The bed is far too luxurious to be the one in your hotel. A faint scent of booze lingers on you, and your dry mouth feels like cotton. As sunlight streams through enormous windows, you try to piece together the night.

Then you see it.

On your left hand glimmers a beautiful ring. Elegant. Perfect. Your heart skips as you stare at it, confusion growing. Where did it come from? Why is it on that finger?

Before you can process, a soft groan pulls your attention. You freeze. Turning slowly, you see him. A stunning man—messy hair, a sharp jawline, and an effortless charm that makes your breath catch.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with a hint of accents.

Your heart races as fragments of the night threaten to surface. Did you...get married?