A forty-something Werewolf supermodel, five supernaturally screwed up bridesmaids, and a demonic mother of the groom determined to ruin the wedding.Awesome ... not.How has my life come to this? Not sure who I screwed over in a past life to end up with a heinous mother-in-law who thinks my wedding is for her. If I didn't love Chance more than myself - which is a lot - I'd rethink the entire hot mess.Problem - I've been instructed to show up in Hell on my wedding day with six bridesmaids. I have exactly two friends in total. The punishment for failure? Electrocution - which would suck.Problem Solve - Go to a supernatural plasticware party at the community center and blackmail a few gals into being bridesmaids.New Problem - The gals I coerced bring their own brand of crazy to the party.Whatever. Chance is the Demon of my dreams. He loves me fur and all. One night of Hell for a lifetime of happiness is a good trade. I hope ...Move over, Bridezilla. I've got this covered.Welcome to my big fat hairy wedding.