After the witch at the reception handed me the key to the room, I headed to take a shower. I just had to shoot my best friend's wedding and couldn't wait to get away from New York and Nick Ferro. Okay, he's handsome and sexy and totally charming, but he's stealing clients from me . This man has already done so much damage that I will be lucky if my studio stays open for even a couple more weeks. This wedding means everything to me and I refuse to let some spoiled asshole with a shiny, fresh MBI degree put me out of business. Fuck him. But then, through the door of my hotel room, the person I hate most comes through, and I have nothing but a smile on me. This is Nick Ferro. Two opponents, shooting the same wedding and staying in the same room for a week. How can something go wrong? Group translation: