“Asher, honey, be a dear and get your father for me. I want cake.” My mom walks briskly by me, not even waiting for me to answer her. Probably because she knows I’ll do exactly as she says. Damn it.

Turning away from where I see the maid of honor, Lexi, standing near the table, I go in search of my dad. Well, technically my stepdad, since Blake’s dad married my mom when we were in middle school. It’s my brother’s wedding day, and I won the sister-in-law jackpot.

Piccola is perfect for my brother, and with the way he loves her, I know that he’s truly happy. She’s good...