Bab 694: A Toast

To our future." The six brothers clinked their glasses, the collective sound ringing out like a promise. They sat in Gabe's room, waiting for the women to finish their dress trials before heading to the rehearsal dinner.

Ian leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Gabe, I don't know what to say about your latest business move. I mean, with all the press coming here tomorrow and the wedding photos set to be splashed across every media outlet, it almost feels like you're orchestrating an advertisement campaign for the resort. Mixing business with pleasure—now that's taking things a bit too far, don't you think?"

Gabe chuckled in amusement, "Hey, don't let Autumn hear you say that" he warned, shaking his head. "This is our wedding and this resort—well, it's our baby. If our special day brings a little fame to the place, we've worked so hard to build, where's the harm in that? It's a win-win, if you ask me."