Glancing around, I slowly realize I’m not the only one who’s setting up white folding chairs. So is Victoria. And their brother, Russ. Well, shit, there’s their parents. The whole damn Sullivan family is out here helping out, and that makes me feel a shit ton better.

See, Kendra, I want to say. I’m not just the hired help.

I’m part of the family.

We’re halfway through the ceremony before I realize Miss Fancy Pants is sitting across the aisle in the bride’s section, one row up from mine. I recognize her dark head. Her perfect profile. Her full lips form a slight pout, and they’re slicked with deep red lipstick. I’ve never been one to be drawn to makeup on a woman, but those red lips are sexy. Their pouty shape is even sexier.

I’m impressed by how she sits perfectly still. Doesn’t fidget at all. While I’m over here squirming in my chair, wishing the ceremony was already over. I’m impatient, and I’ve never been one able to stay in one place for too long. That’s probably why I enjoy this job so much. I’m all over the place throughout my shift, constantly moving.

Losing interest in the ceremony, I turn all of my focus on Amelia. The sun is slowly going down—they lucked out that it didn’t rain—and the light casts across her face, giving her a golden glow. She swings her head, subtly flipping her shiny hair over her shoulder, and I can’t help but wonder what it feels like. It looks slick and soft. I wouldn’t mind grabbing a handful in my fist and give it a gentle tug. Pull her back a little so I could press my mouth to those pouty lips.

Would she like that? She’s definitely not my type, but she’s the sort of woman a man wants to grab hold of and mess up a little. Smear the lipstick with his mouth. Make a mess of her hair with his hands. Slowly strip her out of that dress—

“I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Charles and Candice Sullivan!” the minister suddenly announces, knocking me from my thoughts.

Charlie and Candice raise their linked hands above their heads, shaking them as if in victory. They’re both wearing giant grins, and I clap along with the rest of the crowd, smiling back at them. There are no finer people on this earth than those two. They truly belong together.

The wedding party exits after the newlyweds and then everyone starts to leave, making their way to the tent that was set up in an extremely short amount of time and now houses the reception. I can already hear the strains of music coming from within, and my stomach growls because yet again, I forgot to eat during my shift.

I stand at the end of my row, letting people file past me. Including the beautiful and mysterious Amelia. When she sees me, she does a double take. “You’re a wedding guest?”