In 1989, at the age of twenty-two, Deb was in a life or death situation. As the engines started, accompanied by the fasten seat belt sign, Deb felt her skin crawl with immobilizing fear. She had two choices, either get off the plane or die in her brand-new Gucci stilettos. Deb couldn't get on a plane for love that day, but she could do it twenty years later for money. Money was worth dying for. Fast forward to present day with sisters Deb and Becky, waiting to board a Boeing 737 to Louisiana at Reagan International airport with Deb in a pair of six-inch diamante Gucci stilettos and a Dunkin Donuts coffee, click-clacking her way through the airport, chatting enthusiastically with every passenger in sight and making Becky her personal caddie. The sisters were on their way to attend a prosthetic convention, hoping to obtain clients for their new online medical billing service. Once at the conference, staying at a five-star hotel that they cannot afford, Becky makes it her mission to find Deb the man of her dreams who Becky refers to as Mr. Perfect. Becky runs into Mr. Perfect (later known as Dylan, the hunky Londoner) throughout their stay in Shreveport. Dylan is a carbon copy of Deb from his Gucci shoes to his Dolce & Gabbana Cologne. Becky knows this is the man that will stop Deb dead in her tracks with his light eyes, dark hair and creamy caramel skin. One look at Dylan and Deb will finally kick her loser boyfriend Bucky to the curb and ending her string of bad boy romances. The only problem is, how is Becky going to get them to meet with so many men trying to sweep Deb off her diamante stiletto wearing feet?