Sophie had spent weeks planning the event. Weeks meticulously sculpted an image that screamed power, influence, and perfection. For her, this was not merely a wedding; it was a stage. Every detail mattered: the invitations, the floral arrangements, the seating chart, and the lighting. Each element was carefully curated to reflect her dominion over Lucas and, by extension, the Thoreau empire.
She had moved into Lucas' penthouse even before the wedding, claiming that the space would help her "coordinate every little thing" but everyone knew it was also a statement. Her i********: feed became a gallery of her victory: snapshots of gilded decor, glittering wedding rings, and cryptic captions that hinted at triumph and exclusivity. She wanted all her followers to believe she had won. That she,
