Silly college graduate gets fired from her desk job and finds a new gig as a “wingwoman”: a hottie who helps rich, eligible bachelors find dates in Chicago bars and clubs.
When Victoria Hart again fails to show up at her job as a sales assistant because she overslept, her boss fires her. OMG! What's a girl to do? Go shopping, of course. Victoria is obsessed with all things designer, and she spends gobs of cash submitting to her every whim. She would happily plow through her days vacantly self-obsessing over her rail-thin body, but she has to pay for that $285 face cream somehow. So she signs on as a wingwoman and is soon the matchmaking belle of Chicago. The sassy catch here is that Vic won't tell her friends what she does even though one suggested the job to her in the first place (much better drama to try to hide it). This leads to all sorts of crazy antics and misunderstandings, such as when her friends think she might be working as a prostitute. Oh, the things young single women must put up with in order to put slinky clothes on their label-starved backs! To make matters even more complicated, Victoria's spoiled boar of a best friend has asked her to be her personal assistant for her wedding. OMG! Victoria is too young to have friends who get married! She tailspins into another shopping splurge or two and eventually her career, love life and wedding duties climax at the grand event.
Ridiculous tale with no fresh detours.