Ethan’s POV
The final rehearsal was the first time Lisa Daves saw my face properly, I arrived late intentionally. The estate was already overflowing with activity when I walked into the grand hall. Coordinators rushed around adjusting details while decorators made final arrangements to the endless white roses, orchids, crystal chandeliers, and imported installations hanging from the ceiling.
Everything about the wedding reflected wealth so excessive it almost felt theatrical, and standing in the middle of it all was Lisa. The moment her eyes landed on me, she paused slightly, it wasn’t because she recognized me. She didn’t, there was no sign that she remembered the café encounter weeks earlier. No indication that she realized I was the same man she had spilled coffee on before walking aw
