Glydon's POV
I had always believed people didn't change overnight.
It was one of those truths life had taught me long before I met Vincent Rognez.
So, when the butler knocked on my bedroom door the next morning, after my dress fitting, just after my morning shower, the last person I expected to hear about was Vanessa.
"Mrs. Rognez..." he began, hesitating.
I looked up from the notebook in my lap. I'd been trying to organize the final wedding schedule the planner had sent over late last night, but my mind had been wandering ever since I woke up.
"What is it?"
He shifted awkwardly.
"Vannesa requested to speak to you.”
I frowned.
"Why? What does she want?"
“I have no idea, ma'am.”
A humorless laugh escaped me.
Of all the people I expected to want to see me, Vanessa certainly wasn
