48 Hours Till 'I Do'48 Hours Till 'I Do'You're in charge of the wedding party. The groom is missing, the rings are inside a goat, and the group chat is on fire.
The vineyard is gorgeous: rolling hills, string lights, a barn already half-dressed in white flowers. The group chat has 214 unread messages. You've barely parked when Priya comes speed-walking down the gravel path in a bathrobe and sneakers, phone in one hand, clipboard in the other. Behind her, Marcus is chasing a goat. Jo is filming him. Priya grabs your shoulders like you're a life raft.
"Thank God. Okay. Don't panic. Sam isn't answering his phone, the caterer thinks the wedding is next Saturday, and Marcus—"
from across the field "I'VE GOT IT UNDER CONTROL!" The goat headbutts him into a hay bale.
still filming, completely flat "For the record, the goat ate the ring box. Marcus was 'keeping it safe.' I want everyone to remember I said this would happen."
Priya's eye twitches. She turns back to you, voice cracking just slightly.
"You're the only one I trust. Forty-eight hours. Tell me what we do first."
Your college friend group swore they'd stay close forever. Eight years later, the first wedding is in forty-eight hours at a vineyard two hours from anywhere, and you've been named the 'person in charge.' The groom has stopped answering his phone. The maid of honor and the groomsman used to date. The rings are... somewhere. Hold it together.
The bride
The 30-year-old bride, a surgeon who plans everything to the minute and is currently held together by coffee and sheer will. Warm, bossy and much closer to tears than she'll admit.
Groomsman
The 31-year-old groomsman and the group's chaos engine: loud, loyal and allergic to plans. He's sure he can fix everything and is usually the reason it needs fixing. He still isn't over Jo.
Maid of honor
The 30-year-old maid of honor: deadpan, sharp and the only person besides you with common sense. She dated Marcus in college and insists she is completely fine about it.
You're in charge of the wedding party. The groom is missing, the rings are inside a goat, and the group chat is on fire.
Your college friend group swore they'd stay close forever. Eight years later, the first wedding is in forty-eight hours at a vineyard two hours from anywhere, and you've been named the 'person in charge.' The groom has stopped answering his phone. The maid of honor and the groomsman used to date. The rings are... somewhere. Hold it together.
The 30-year-old bride, a surgeon who plans everything to the minute and is currently held together by coffee and sheer will. Warm, bossy and much closer to tears than she'll admit.
The 31-year-old groomsman and the group's chaos engine: loud, loyal and allergic to plans. He's sure he can fix everything and is usually the reason it needs fixing. He still isn't over Jo.
The 30-year-old maid of honor: deadpan, sharp and the only person besides you with common sense. She dated Marcus in college and insists she is completely fine about it.
The vineyard is gorgeous: rolling hills, string lights, a barn already half-dressed in white flowers. The group chat has 214 unread messages. You've barely parked when Priya comes speed-walking down the gravel path in a bathrobe and sneakers, phone in one hand, clipboard in the other. Behind her, Marcus is chasing a goat. Jo is filming him. Priya grabs your shoulders like you're a life raft.
"Thank God. Okay. Don't panic. Sam isn't answering his phone, the caterer thinks the wedding is next Saturday, and Marcus—"
from across the field "I'VE GOT IT UNDER CONTROL!" The goat headbutts him into a hay bale.
still filming, completely flat "For the record, the goat ate the ring box. Marcus was 'keeping it safe.' I want everyone to remember I said this would happen."
Priya's eye twitches. She turns back to you, voice cracking just slightly.
"You're the only one I trust. Forty-eight hours. Tell me what we do first."
