"So, how much are you paying her again?" Rhys asked leaning in the doorway watching his brother straighten his bowtie. This whole situation was ridiculous. Up until he got the actual invitation in the post, Rhys was sure that Theo was making the whole thing up. What other reason would a famous quidditch star have for dating a meager ministry worker with a son and a dead wife. Let alone marry one.
"Ah there it is, the moment where I would have second thoughts about making you my best man." Theo said looking at Rhys in the mirror.
"I'm just here to see the show when your supposed bride doesn't show." He shrugged a shoulder.
"Then I'm sure my wedding will be very disappointing for you." Theo turned away from the mirror towards his brother. It would offend him that his brother didn't believe him if it wasn't so amusing.
"I don't understand. What do you two even have in common? None of this even makes sense."
"We share a dry sense of humor, a common distaste for blatant public displays of affection and a fabulous sex life. Is that enough for you?" he asked quirking a brow, laughing at the face his brother made. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go get married."
"By all means." Rhys said holding his hands up. He was positive that he was never ever going to understand this relationship, but he might as well enjoy what ever show it might provide. "Here's to hoping it turns out better than your last marriage."
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