Bastian Helmsley, your rival.

"Brian Helmsley."

John froze as soon as he heard that name, anger flushing his cheeks.

Bastian had been John's nemesis ever since high school. They had competed in the same sports, excelled in the same subjects, went after the same girls. In fact, Elaine, John's fiance, had been betrothed to Bastian once, until John swept her off her feet.

"That bastard... that bastard!" John screamed, stamping a petite foot. "Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it - triple it! I won't have him ruin my wedding."

"Ruin a wedding? Perish the thought," said Petra. "Happily ever afters are our business, Ms. Anderson. We're not here to keep you from getting married - we're here to ensure it."

Petra steps forward, and takes a confused John's delicate hands in her own.

"We'll do everything we can to make sure you and Mr. Helmsley have the most wonderful wedding imaginable."

John's anger turned to terror.

Him? As... as Bastian's... wife?!

The flush on his cheeks was no longer out of anger.