They weren't looking for love....

It's 7:08 on the morning of Maggy O'Brien's 35th birthday, and she's driving carpool in her pajamas and bunny slippers. She can't remember the last time she shaved her legs. She hasn't slept past dawn since her kids were born and one of them is now a teenager.

Can life possibly get any worse?

The second she sees her sisters waiting impatiently at the foot of her driveway, she knows the answer to that question. Claire and Ellie are staging a makeover intervention, and no amount of protest can save Maggy from being cut and colored and waxed to within an inch of her life. And as if that's not enough, they announce she's being banished to Atlantic City for an all-expenses-paid getaway weekend for one.

Maggy isn't a sequins-and-stilettos kind of woman. She's a single mom who is more comfortable pushing a shopping cart through Stop & Shop than sipping champagne in the backseat of a stretch limo headed toward Vegas on the Jersey Shore. Still, even Maggy isn't immune to playing Cinderella for a weekend, even if it only means room service lobster and trying her hand at the penny slots.

But when she locks eyes a few hours later with ruggedly handsome police detective Conor Riley, she discovers there's more to Cinderella's story than dancing until midnight.

They agree it's just a fling. A weekend of magic with no strings attached. They'd say good-bye on Sunday night and return to their everyday lives with sweet memories and no regrets.

But Maggy and Conor are about to discover that maybe some flings are meant to last forever....