I woke up to a bright blinding light. I didn't recognize the room. Think, Demi. Think. I'm in Las Vegas. That I remember. The last thing I remember is meeting a guy, who looked very familiar in the casino. He bought me a drink... or four and that's where my memory cuts out.

I try to get a good look at the guy sleeping next to me. I realize he is the guy from last night. I feel good about myself. He is very good looking. He has short hair, cute chin and cheek stubble, broad shoulders. Everything I wanted in a man.

I inspected my body over. I wasn't wearing my clothes. I had my necklace and earrings on, my hair was flowing down my back. I felt a weird weight on my left ring finger. It was a cheap gold ring and had two dice on it. This is weird. I thought.

The guy next to me started to stir. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep. I felt him shift on the bed and then his weight wasn't there anymore. I peeked open one of my eyes and he was walking towards the bathroom, rubbing his head.

I got up too and went around the room to find my clothes. There was a trail leading out of the room. I found my panties first, then my bra on the couch, then my dress right next to the door. My clutch was laying on the table next to the door. I opened it and pulled out my lip gloss. A folded piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor next to my gold pump. I opened it and read.

Marriage certificate:

Demetria Devonne Lovato

And

Joesph Adam Jonas

Marriage Date:

April Sixth Two Thousand and Thirteen

I walked really fast back to the bedroom. I saw him sitting on the bed. He was putting on his socks. I didn't make the connection to his name until I saw his face.

"Hey, where'd you go?" He asked.

"To put my clothes on." I said with an attitude. "Did you know that we're married?" I questioned, flinging around the certificate in my hand. He snatched it from me and read it.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no." He said, shaking his head.

"You don't remember?" I asked. He shook his head. "Yup, neither do I."

"The question is, do you stick it out or do we get an annulment?" He asked.

"I don't even know you." I shouted.

"I'm Joe Jonas." He held his hand out to me and I shook it.

"Demi Lovato," I said and giggled.

"Why don't we go out for breakfast?" He said. I looked at my phone.

"It's one o' clock in the afternoon." I stated.

"Fine, let's go out for lunch."