Weddings. I spend every working minute talking and writing about them, when just the thought of one makes me want to scream. After my fiancé abandoned me at the altar last year, my dream job at Bride magazine has turned into a reoccurring nightmare. To add insult to injury, the bridezilla at my latest assignment somehow roped me into filling in for a missing bridesmaid. Of course, I had to get paired with the most gorgeous groomsman. Wilder Hayes is perfect -- except when he opens his mouth and we end up bickering all evening. That is, until the coat closet incident. At least I'll never have to see him again. Or so I think ... Until I walk into work on Monday and find out Wilder isn't just a jerk, he's also my boss's son. And I'll be spending the rest of the season working with him at every single wedding I cover this year. It's a match made in heaven ... or hell. Only time will tell.