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I’m Akayla, I’m 30, and I work as an office manager at an advertising agency in Phoenix, AZ. I’ve just gone through a double breakup--with both my best friend and my boyfriend because I caught them together in a compromising position at my house, which happened a year ago. I then received an invitation to their wedding six months later. The wedding’s at a beachside hotel and resort in a place called Pineapple Cove, California. My wedding invitation stated that I could bring a plus one. Part of me wanted nothing to do the two people who had betrayed me, but then again I might find my date while I’m in town for the wedding, which is three weeks from now. So I packed my bags, gassed up my convertible, drove from Phoenix to Pineapple Cove with an invitation in hand. As soon as I arrived in town, I checked into a four-star downtown hotel. I unpacked my bags, including the dress I planned on wearing to the wedding, an one-shoulder number, since the wedding’s at the beach and the ...