Fallon
The ballroom at the Callahan estate was breathtaking—white orchids cascading from towering centerpieces, the soft flicker of candlelight casting everything in a golden glow. It was perfect.
And I hated every inch of it.
Not because it wasn’t beautiful—it was. But because it felt like I was starring in a play I hadn’t auditioned for. A dress rehearsal for a wedding that, in every way that mattered, wasn’t real.
I barely had time to gather myself before Evelyn appeared, radiant with excitement. “Fallon, darling! You look stunning!”
I forced a smile. “You outdid yourself, Evelyn. This is… incredible.”
She beamed, squeezing my hands. “I just want everything to be perfect for you two. The press is already buzzing—‘The Wedding of the Year,’ they’re calling it.”
I fought the urge to
