Only one wedding and no funeral, but twice as funny

At thirty, Sophy is unmarried, and aside from her mothers near constant hectoring, in no hurry to march down the aisle. To quiet the maternal angst, Sophy invents a boyfriend named Dominic and all is wellthat is, until her sisters wedding when she must produce the real thing. At the eleventh hour and in utter desperation, Sophy contacts an escort service. Attending the wedding with Dominic, Sophy quickly realizes that there is no such thing as one little lie and the fabrications escalate. When the bubbles from the wedding champagne evaporate, she discovers that she likes her escort as more than a convenient arm decoration. What to do? Turn lies into sighs and a happily ever after.