Oscar was minding his own business, trying to drown his sorrows in a strong cup of coffee when his phone buzzed. He lazily picked it up, expecting some irrelevant text about work or a random meme from a group chat. But no—fate had other plans.
Magnar: Brother, I need your help with wedding preparations. You're good at handling things. I trust you.
Oscar stared at the message. His eye twitched.
Wedding Preparations? WEDDING?!
He let out a dry laugh. "This bastard..."
Just last night, he had reluctantly sent Luciana home after nothing but a chaste kiss—A SINGLE KISS!—and meanwhile, his younger brother was out here securing a wife, getting a marriage certificate, AND MAKING OUT LIKE A GOD!
Oscar felt like life had personally smacked him in the face.
He dramatically flopped onto the couch, one arm over his forehead. "Why... why am I suffering? Where did I go wrong?"
