Martier didn't want to take off the pretty white wedding dress. She felt like a princess in it. Instead of changing into a comfortable, post-wedding dress, she had partied in her long gown and heels. She had nearly twisted her ankle doing the Electric Slide and had gotten butter cream icing on the bodice when Tim had tried to rub wedding cake into her mouth.

But now all of the pictures had been taken, both the garter and bouquet had been tossed, and it was time to prepare to ...