Richard

If my grandfather’s sole reason for making me get married was to drive me toward the brink of insanity, he achieved his goal. I’ve officially reached my breaking point, and it only took Maya planning a rehearsal dinner to get me there. Well, her sitting beside me in a body-hugging white gown and the crowd of people waiting inside Chicago’s best steakhouse.

“It’s not too late for me to tell Lem to turn the car around.” I make one last-ditch effort to convince Maya against tonight’s dinner. If it were up to me, we would have gotten married in a courthouse and bypassed all of theserequirements.

She picks at her pristine manicure. “It’s not like I want to go in there either.”

“Is this your attempt at making me feel better?” A thoughtful yet pointless effort.

“They say misery loves company.” She laughs, and the sound draws me toward…