On our wedding night, I hid under the bed to play a silly prank on my husband… but someone else walked into the bridal suite, turned on the speakerphone, and what I heard in that swanky Atlanta hotel room froze me even more than the ice sculptures downstairs. The dust under the bed tickled my nose, my $4,000 dress scraped against the hardwood floor, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I expected Preston to come in, loosen his tie, mumble my name, and I would roll out into the tangle