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When it comes to marriage, my motto has always been just say no. And for good reason. Plenty of them, in fact.
So how did I wind up as the bride’s style consultant—and maid of honor, by the way—in Silicon Valley’s biggest wedding of the season?
I guess, underneath my grumpy-gal cover, I’m a sucker for a friend in need. But it doesn’t mean I’m going soft. I’m definitely not about to fall for the best man’s tousled, beachy hotness . . . or those ocean-blue eyes that seem to see right through my prickly exterior to my marshmallow center.
With the bride refusing to see the signs of the groom’s all too familiar shady behavior, it’s up to me to save my friend from making the same mistake I nearly did.
There’s no time for sexy times with the best man. Right?
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