“Good God, another one?” Kevin snorts, an amused smirk plastered on his face as he eyes yet another casserole dish.

“It’s not like your sister needs all this crap anyways.” It didn’t make sense to him: why the hell did you love weddings so much? The way he sees it, weddings are nothing more than corporate revenue streams.

Then again, your enthusiasm was endearing. He almost felt bad about how your bridezilla sister was bossing you around. Almost. Lucky for him, your bridesmaid struggles would make for a great story.