Harry's phone rang for the fifth time. No answer. Again.

"Damn it, James!" He tossed the phone onto the bed and yanked at his bow tie. The thing was choking him—or maybe that was just the panic setting in.

Two hours until his so called ceremony. His best man was nowhere to be found.

A knock on the door made him jump.

"Mr. Bennett?" It was Phillips, the family's butler for almost thirty years. "Is everything alright, sir? Your mother is asking about your progress."

Harry yanked the door ...