Your wedding day should be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. And I hoped that it would be the same for me. What did I get? Worst. I mean, there couldn't be a worse day than when someone died. So... I was a little drunk and maybe a little impulsive... Sitting in a cheap diner somewhere in Alaska, alone, wearing a wedding dress. dress, devastated and heartbroken. Eight brothers, one bar. Sounds like a bad joke, right? I thought so too. Want another joke? A girl walks into a bar, dripping wet and wearing a wedding dress. I knew I shouldn't touch her. On the one hand, she was completely drunk, but on the other hand, she was heartbroken. I've seen enough to understand this. Such things usually lead to attachment, and an intrusive girl is the last thing I would want... I learned that a bar should be well managed, and only I could ensure that - at least all my seven wayward brothers were afraid of this responsibility When this hot-as-hell beauty walked in, dressed in a wet wedding dress, my imagination ran wild, and mine is wild. I knew I shouldn't have touched her. Even with a finger. Even random thoughts about this should not have entered my head. But I did it.