Here is the thing about best friends: they are not supposed to get engaged. Especially not when you have spent years swearing you are totally, absolutely, one hundred percent not in love with them.

Olivia Fox is fine. She is more than fine. She is the confident, competent heiress to a fashion empire with a job she loves and girlfriends who moonlight as her therapists, investigators, and occasional partners in crime. She is not, I repeat not, spiraling just because Luke Forrester, her ride-or-die since childhood, suddenly decided to propose to someone who is… not her.
Except maybe she is spiraling. Just a little. Because Luke wants her to be his best man. Which basically means standing by while he marries the wrong woman. And Olivia? She is not built for that.
So now she is juggling two impossible tasks: processing the feelings she has buried for years, and plotting the kind of wedding sabotage that would make one friend proud while sending the other two into panic mode. All while smiling sweetly and pretending she is supportive.
Totally doable. Right?
The countdown to “I do” is on, and Olivia is about to discover that falling in love with your best friend is messy, inconvenient, and possibly the funniest disaster of her life.