Chapter 1942

On his wedding day, Randy was a wreck.

Marion stood by him, watching him fumble his tie.

"Were you this nervous when you got married?" Randy asked. "Any tips? God, how do I tie this thing?"

He was a bundle of nerves, unable to do anything right.

Marion didn't look up. "I wasn't as nervous as you."

"No way. You tied your tie right?" Randy was skeptical.

Marion shrugged. "I wore flip-flops to my wedding. The driver caught it just before I picked up Debra."

Randy's jaw dropped. "And you're saying you weren't nervous?"

"Compared to you, I was fine."

"Damn it. What should I do? Tie this for me?"

"Not my thing."

"What the..."

Randy bit back a curse.

He wanted to give Erica the perfect wedding. He couldn't screw up today.

"Do you think Erica's as nervous as me?"

"Maybe."

"From today, you're my cousin-in-law. I'll cover your ass."

Marion looked up at him, and Randy corrected himself. "I mean, I'll take good care of Erica."

"Erica doesn't like fuss," Marion said. "You went all secretive with this wedding. Hope you didn't mess it up."

"No way," Randy said. "I planned it around what she loves. She hates random guests, so I booked a private venue. She loves a lively vibe, so I got a percussion band. She likes hanging out with close friends, so I planned a barbecue dinner. I've chartered three planes, and tonight, there's a bonfire..."

"Bonfire?" Marion thought he had heard it wrong.

"I checked it out. It's epic. Erica's gonna love it."

"So, after the ceremony, everyone flies out for a barbecue in the wilderness, sits around a bonfire in below-zero weather, and listens to a drum band?"

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Marion pulled off his boutonniere and dropped it in Randy's hands. "Sorry, I've got plans tonight. I'm out."

"Wait!" Randy grabbed him, panicking. "Are you joking? You can't bail now." "You joked first."

"You're saying Erica won't like it?"

"No one will."

"What should I do?"

"You've got three hours till the wedding. Figure it out, or you are toast. Erica will have your head, and your wedding night will be your funeral. Nice touch, though." Randy froze.

There were only three hours left, not enough for him to fix anything.

"Good luck," Marion said, clapping his shoulder.

Randy felt like the world was crashing down.

The wedding was full of twists and turns. The preparation was agonizing, but luckily, he married the woman he loved.