Sophia's POV
Remy took the decorating assignment more seriously than either of us expected.
He arrived at the building three days later with paint swatches, fabric samples, and a notebook full of sketches that looked suspiciously similar to his wedding flower plans.
"I've been thinking about the wall," he said, spreading everything across the dusty floor.
"You've had it for three days," I said.
"Three days is plenty of time when you have vision," he said.
Damien leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with the particular amusement he reserved for Remy's enthusiasm.
"Show her the vision," he said.
Remy held up a sketch. A long wall, framed photos arranged in a loose grid, small brass plaques beneath each one, a soft warm light running along the top edge.
"Each person g
