"Marry me." "What?" I stared back at him, unblinking. He moved closer, taking my face in his hands. "I love you, Evie. I look into the future, and the only thing I see clearly is you. Marry me." What's an eighteen-year-old girl who was madly in love with her nineteen-year-old boyfriend say? Of course, I said yes. Twenty-four hours later, I married Adam Gunner at a Vegas chapel to the sounds of "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi. Not the best omen. I...