“She’s the maid of honor.

It’s her job to manage the details.”

“The detail was a piece of my clothing,” I said.

Ethan crossed his arms and looked at the pile of diced onions.

“Look, you have a million details to worry about,” Ethan said.

“Vanessa is just taking some of the weight off your shoulders.”

“By going behind my back?” I asked.

“That isn’t what she’s doing,” Ethan said.