CAMILE
For the next few days, the entire compound buzzed like a disturbed hive.
Decorators everywhere. Florists dragging in crates. Workers drilling, hammering, hanging bright fabric across places.
I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to. Everyone knew what the chaos was for.
Zane and Emma’s wedding.
I forced myself not to think about it. Not to think about him. Not to think about her smug little glances every time we crossed paths, those looks meant to poke at me, to remind me she’d “won.”
I ignored her. I ignored all of it.
I drowned myself in work instead.
By Monday morning, I was back at ARKA, focused on sorting files, updating schedules, and pretending my life was normal. Arlo and Kael had a long day planned, so I went into their office early to prep everything.
I was arranging files
