Armani’s POV
This is not how things were supposed to happen.
I had everything planned down to the last detail. Every step, every conversation—everything was meticulously thought through. And yet, somehow, it’s all unraveling before my eyes.
I should be preparing for dinner, but I can’t think. My mind is a tangled mess, and the weight of it is unbearable.
So I do what I always do when things spiral out of control—I head to the game room.
A drink will help.
It won’t fix anything, but at least it will dull the edges of my frustration.
As expected, my brothers are already there, deep in a game of pool.
I barely had a chance to speak to Benedict this morning—he was in the limousine behind my parents, and everything happened too fast. Now, as I step inside, he straightens, cue stick in h
