*Wake up Mia Cara," a deep voice wakes you of my slumber.

Last night's wrong choices come back to haunt you.

You nuzzle into the stranger's warm chest.

Your engagement was announced last night. And you're meeting him for breakfast.

What you shouldn't be doing is lying in a hotel room with a racer you just met, last night.

"I have to go," you say he doesn't attempt to stop you.

"You might want to fix your lipstick," he gestures and I flush in shame.

You leave and bury my face in your hands in the taxi, as you think of your dire situation.

You're arranged to marry a stranger, last night and you had the best s*x of my life.

You don't even remember his name, it's a race car driver ypu met as you snuck out to watch last night.

You arrive and find just your parents, to see this Calix.

"You're late and look like a mess," mother says trying to fix your wild hair.

Before you can respond a familiar voice says, "Sorry I'm late."

It's him, the mystery man from the hotel room... you're screwed.*