I agreed to be a stranger’s maid of honor because of the perks. How was I supposed to know my grump of a boss was the best man? Reid Hunt has it all – he’s a partner in a private equity firm, his bank account is bulging, and he gets anything he wants at the snap of his fingers. How do I know? I’m his executive assistant. The jerk has me running around New York City at breakneck speed doing menial tasks. I didn’t earn a degree from a prestigious school for this, but I need the job, at least for now. So when fun falls in my lap in the form of a desperate heiress looking for someone to be her maid of honor, I agree to do it. It all feels too good to be true including a whirlwind weekend trip to Paris to choose her wedding dress and champagne tasting after work. I’m having the time of my life until the night I meet the groom and his best man at one of the most expensive restaurants in Manhattan. Fate gets the last laugh when Mr. Hunt heads straight to our table and sits down beside me. He’s the worst best man ever. I’m the maid of honor who loves to hate him. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness my life explode.