A bride discovers on her wedding day that her groom has been planning a future with another woman, including a baby. Rather than go through with the ceremony, she turns the tables and replaces him at the altar, setting off a chain of romantic and revenge-driven consequences.
Still full of yourself. Still staring. I can carry it. I know. I'm carrying it anyway.
Mrs. Future Hail? Don't call me that. Too early. Give it a week. Can I ask you something?
That sounds dangerous. Everyone thought I was kidding. Why didn't you? I post one crazy thing online, and you offer to marry me. You've done crazier.
Like what? What? Staying in Harbor City for Julian? Yeah. That still doesn't answer me. Why me?
What if you meant it? Then I'd be the lucky one. Wait, do you actually like me? Yeah, I like you. For a long time. Longer than the day you fell for Julian Mercer. Since when?
Guess. Cameron. You asked why, I answered. No, you dropped a bomb and changed the subject.
Two days. What? I'm bringing my parents over. Wedding talk. You move fast.
You gave me two weeks. I'm not wasting them. I've got it. Nope. Nervous?
It's been six years. Then go home. See you in two days, Snow. Don't call me that. Who's sneaking around in my house?