It's just 44 hours, really, and weddings are supposed to fly by. Right?

~

The moment he stepped onto the hotel property, Ian should've realized a mistake was made. He should've expected something when his ex-girlfriend's bridesmaid kept asking him for favors but wasn't paying him back. Even if he was more than happy to support an old friend, even to escape the menial architecture job he's been at since he and the now-bride broke up, the next three days are for her. He will not complain.

Robert - or Bo - is only there because his family made him. He doesn't want to be here. He's his sister's plus one, and, while he knows getting out of the house is probably good for him, Bo's willing and ready to wallow in his left-behind dreams of music and dance. He doesn't know anyone. He just hopes that he'll be able to talk to as few people as possible, find his room without getting lost, and be able to gorge himself on food.

It's just 44 hours, really, and weddings are supposed to fly by. Right?

~

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