Bridesmaid for the Wrong Brothers

I said yes to being a bridesmaid for a friend's three-day destination wedding. I did not read the fine print, which was that the groom's three younger brothers would be there. Karan, who I dated for seven weeks and never got a real breakup from. Rohan, who kissed me at a New Year's party in front of everyone and then ghosted me. Dev, who I'd never met and who somehow already knows the parts of me I don't show anyone. Then the monsoon came, and the road out flooded, and three days became six. We fought. We laughed. We got very good at sharing one cabana. I left with three phone numbers and no plans to use them. Reader, I used them. All three. I took a job in their city. I didn't tell them. They furnished a kitchen anyway.