Prior to its notoriety, the town was a serene oasis for its locals. It had Gun Lake, one of Michigan's numerous lakes. The locals fished, tubed, swam, and had their boats on the water at their leisure. It was an obscure small town between Chicago and Grand Rapids.

Due to no fault of its own, it became the vacation spot for the rich, and those with too much disposable income.

The quaint town with a population of less than four thousand people was tagged the Martha’s Vineyard of the Midwest, shortly after a Netflix reality show couple got hitched there.

During the interview for the wedding spread in People’s magazine, the couple tooted the fortuitousness of the place.

The girl with lips so plump you'd think they weighed a ton said, "you see, we were on a road trip. We just stopped there."

"Well, what actually happened was," the man corrected, looking a little miffed, "I was tired of driving, and I needed a break. She never drives, my little passenger princess." he said the last part with a mix of affection and bile.

"I looked up places to stay and this quaint little inn showed up. We're adventurous people, so I said, why not?" She continued, making sure she had more quotes in the story.

They decided it looked nice enough to spend just one night. They made an exit and did a U-turn. The inn was about two miles in the opposite direction.

The inn was breathtaking.

It was painted a cool white, with blue accents on the window panes. It sat on Gun lake and was surrounded by lush green trees that didn't obstruct the view of the lake.

"Do you have any rooms with a lake view?" the passenger princess asked.

"Yes, we have one with one king bed, and another with two queen beds. Which one do you want?" the receptionist asked.

"We will take the one with the king bed," the passenger princess responded.

The next morning they discovered the inn had its own restaurant. It was early May. The weather was still frigid for the Midwest but the sun was out and with a lightweight jacket, it felt warm enough to sit outside.

They requested to be sat outside in the patio area. It had a sprawling view of the lake. They could see some locals on their boats, just floating leisurely.

As they drank their coffee, they both looked out into the lake in contemplative silence. When they finally spoke, it was in a chorus, “let’s get married here.”

They didn’t know if the inn hosted events, as with all entitled reality show celebrities, once their minds were set on something, they made it happen.

They did get married there, two years later.

It was televised, photographed, and it put Shelbyville on the map. It became the go to spot for people who wanted to bask in the celebrity spotlight.

The locals were fascinated by the influx of tourists…at first. But they slowly grew to despise the traffic, the increase in the cost of living, and worst of all, getting priced out of their own local real estate.

When the dead body of a billionaire CEO was found in the lake several years later, all the locals said was, “good riddance.”