It's not every day you're invited to your wife's wedding . . . as a guest.The first time I saw Brinley Knox, she was crying, draped in a ridiculous pink tulle dress for her sweet sixteen, and cursing the boy who'd broken her heart.I was the hired help, a teenage charity case.She was the daughter of the wealthiest family in Orchid Valley.I knew a girl like Brinley was off-limits. That didn't stop me from kissing her. Or from promising...