This Christmas Eve, the arranged wedding between the princess (me) and Carlisle (the womanizer) is going to be missing the princess! Marki I'm a secret princess on the run. You'd be running, too, if your uncle was going to make you marry Carlisle the Argyle. I need a fake husband fast! Except I have my head stuck on a shrub. (Long story...) And wouldn't you know it... the person who answers the door and finds me in this predicament isn't the granny...