I object, I silently say, but I don't bother raising my voice. What are they going to do if I did? Stop the wedding? Unlikely. All I'll probably do is guarantee a two hour lecture from my dad when we get home. My stepbrother, Luke, looks at me out of the corner of his eye, a smile gracing his gorgeous features. He knows what I said, and he is thinking the exact same thing. This is the closest we can get to an agreement, seeing as how he avoids me at all costs.