"The wedding dress still fits. At least something's going right." Hannah's voice drifted from behind the changing screen in her suite.
Atlas leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. The morning light cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the expensive wedding preparations scattered everywhere.
"I need to speak with you alone," he said, his voice deliberately neutral despite the storm raging inside him.
Hannah emerged, still in her silk robe, hair swept up in preparation for her final fitting. "You are speaking to me alone."
"Not here." Atlas glanced pointedly at the ceiling corner where he knew Mercer had installed surveillance. "Somewhere private."
Hannah's eyes widened slightly. She nodded, understanding immediately. "The rose garden. Ten minutes."
Atlas left without a
