Married in Vegas
It was when Romeo killed my cousin that I realized I had perhaps married the wrong person.
I won't lie, I got with Romeo because he was a hunk.
Also I was ever so slightly drunk.
Hey that rhymed!
Anyway, he was so cute when we first met at the party. Sure we had both just lost huge bets and were wasted as hell but still.
He said he loved me and then we got married, because what else would anyone do.
Then I woke up in a random hotel which I learned later was actually the Venetian. I don't even know how I got there.
Suddenly, my stupid, square cousin barged in and dragged me away. Romeo was still passed out on the couch but he woke up, pulled a pistol out of his pocket and shot the hell out of my sweet old cuz.
That really sucks, I thought that I had found a stalemate-- I mean soulmate.
Then Romeo told me about his lost bet and how he wanted me to help him pay off loan sharks while I stared at the gruesome image of Ty, my cousin, laying on the floor with blood spilling out of ten wounds.
I was so angry that I pulled out my AK 47 and shot Romeo dead too.
I sent out an ad.
LAWYER RESQUESTED!
HELP NEEDED!
MUST WIN COURT CASE AGAINST THE MONTAGUE FAMILY!
LOTS OF MONEY OFFERED!