The walls of Logan King’s office felt strangely different today. Yesterday, it had been intimidating, a world too sharp and polished for her to belong in. But now, as Skylar sat across from him at his massive desk, it felt like the center of her new reality.
Logan leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze locked on her as if he could read her every thought. His phone lay forgotten on the table, his full attention directed toward her.
“Tell me, Miss Perry,” he began in that smooth, commanding tone that left little room for argument, “what do you want in this wedding?”
The question caught her off guard. She blinked at him, unsure if she’d heard correctly. “What I… want?”
“Yes.” His eyes narrowed slightly, though not with irritation—more with intent. “It’s your wedding. Even if it’s not
