Ellie POV
The morning of the wedding felt unreal, a surreal blur of silk, velvet, and the faint metallic scent of polished silver. I moved through the mansion with the precision of a general inspecting her troops. Every flower had been positioned exactly where I wanted, every candle lit, every table polished to a mirror sheen. The lighting was subtle, dramatic—shadows that cut sharp lines across the marble floors, highlighting jewels, flowers, and the architectural elegance of the space.
Seven days of preparation, and yet the tension was nearly unbearable. Reign Sinclair was somewhere in this sprawling estate, and the thought of him seeing me, knowing me in ways no one else did, sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I bit it back. Control first. Desire… optional.
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