Robin’s POV

The amount of shock I was in when I learned my best friend was getting married to Victor was huge. I mean, Victor. My ex. The guy who once tried to iron a shirt while wearing it. The man who somehow managed to set off the smoke alarm and flood his apartment on the same day. That Victor.

I almost dropped my phone when she told me. Thought maybe she was joking. Or delusional. Or both.

But no. Kathryn was serious. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “He’s not perfect, but he’s mine,” with that same stubborn glint she always got when she decided something...