What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or does it? Okay, let me explain. I broke into my crush's dressing room to sniff his tights (not in a pervy way, I swear ) and got busted while, um... you get the idea. He then kind of, sort of blackmailed me into agreeing to a fake green card marriage with him. But hey, I'm not complaining. Next thing I know, we're on a flight to Vegas to make our friends and family think...