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“It’d be pretty weird if he wasn’t here,” she said. “He’s Chris’s brother. He’s also the best man.”

WHAT?

“He’s… your fiancé’sbrother?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s going to be a part of your wedding party?”

“The best man typically is, Katie.”

“Why have you never mentioned this family tie to me?” I asked. “I’ve vented to you several times about Asher Brooks, and you wait until now to reveal he’s a part of your family?”

“Well, for one, youhatehim, so I thought?—”

“You thought what?”

“That I shouldn’t mention it…” She tilted her head to the side. “Your face is pale. Should I get you some water?”

“No, I, uh—I just remembered something.” I set my glass on the ledge. “I have a funeral to attend during your wedding week, so I won’t be able to make it anymore.”

“You have a funeral date that’s months in advance?”

“Yeah, I get serious premonitions when someone is going to die, so… Bye.”

I started to walk away, but she grabbed my elbow.

“You’re joking, right?” She smiled. “Is this the alcohol talking?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I just can’t be around Asher Brooks for more than a few minutes at a time, and I’m not sorry about it.”

“Okay, be honest. Did you two used to date?”

“Ha! Please.”

“Friends with benefits?”

“We’ve never been friends…”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t want to be involved in anything he’s in, and between you and me, having him anywhere near a wedding isn’t a good sign, and I feel like you know why.”

She looked like she was seconds away from laughing at me, but I didn’t care.

“His presence is actually the worst thing that can possibly happen to any ceremony that involves vows, so I would disinvite him while you still can.”

“Katie…” She let out a sigh.

“I’ll still plan your wedding and make sure it’s perfection at a level like you’ve always dreamed, but I’m not going to be in it. Okay?”

“No, it’s not okay at all.” She shook her head. “We have seven groomsmen, and with you, it’s seven bridesmaids. You’ve always said that symmetry is key.”

“I’ll hire someone to take my place,” I said. “You’ll hardly even notice.”

“Allow me to get you some soda and carbs so you can sober up,” she said. “You’re being ridiculous.”

She walked away before I could make my case, but I wasn’t sticking around to plead it out.