The persistent chirping of her alarm pulled Shayla from a dreamless sleep, its digital insistence a rude awakening. She fumbled blindly, her hand sweeping across the bedside table until her fingers closed around the familiar cold metal of her phone. With eyes still sealed shut against the encroaching morning light, she managed to hit the snooze button, relishing the sudden, blissful silence.

A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she snuggled deeper into the covers, the promise of a few more minutes of oblivion almost irresistible. But then, a jolt. A sudden, terrifying clarity sliced through the lingering haze of sleep and the remnants of a Vegas-sized hangover. Today. Today was the day.

Her eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking, as the full weight of her new reality descended upon her. First day. New job. And, oh god, a husband she'd accidentally acquired somewhere between a tequila shot and an Elvis impersonator. With a groan that vibrated through her entire body, Shayla threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed, her mind already racing with the impossible task of preparing for a normal day when her life had just been irrevocably, ludicrously altered.