My cousin is lending out antiques

The day before my wedding in my hometown, friends and family gathered for a pre-wedding barbecue to celebrate with us.

But my cousin, Dalton, couldn't stop complaining.

"This is so low-class," he sneered, looking around at the tent and decorations in the backyard. "What kind of decent girl would marry into this?"

My fiancée, Tessa, was about to give him a piece of her mind, but Dalton grabbed me and pulled me toward a card table.

His car's trunk was packed with wooden boxes of all sizes, fil