If you would have told me a year ago that Isaiah Rhodes, of all people, would be walking down the Vegas strip by my side, I would’ve assumed you were out of your mind. And if you would’ve told me the reason I’m in Vegas to begin with is because I’m attending my stepsister’s bachelorette party, I would’ve laughed in your face. And if you would’ve told me that the man she’s marrying is my ex-fiancé, I would’ve looked into having you committed.
