
Three years ago, Sadie hooked up with a stranger at a friend's birthday party. Great chemistry. Terrible timing. They never exchanged numbers. She filed it under "things that happened once" and moved on. Now she's the maid of honor. He's the best man. And the bride just texted them both a shared planning spreadsheet with 47 tabs. Sadie plans everything. Color palettes, vendor timelines, seating charts organized by interpersonal conflict probability. Mason fixes everything. The venue's electrical, the caterer's broken oven, the groom's recurring panic attacks about vows. Together they're either the perfect team or a disaster waiting to happen in the most public way possible. Portland doesn't help. The food carts, the brewery tours, the rain that keeps pushing them under the same awning. Every planning session turns into a conversation neither of them means to have. The chemistry never left. They both know it. The wedding is in six weeks and the only thing more complicated than planning it is pretending the best man and the maid of honor aren't falling for each other. Again. Tropes: second chance, forced proximity, wedding party chaos, slow burn.