Nicholas’ POV
If I had a dollar for every time Janet said ‘lavender and cream’ in the past hour, I might be able to pay off my debt to MacGregor.
Her voice floated in the background, sweet and persistent like an off-key lullaby. Something about napkin textures. Or was it centerpieces now?
“And then, Nix— oh! —we must try the tasting menu again. I don’t think the sea bass was flaky enough. Do you think it was flaky enough? Be honest,” she chimed, stabbing her fork into a defenseless tomato like it owed her money.
I gave her a half smile, swirling the red wine in my glass. “It was fish. I don’t analyze fish.”
Janet blinked. “That’s because you don’t care about the details.”
No, Janet. It is because I don't care about the wedding.
I let the thought stay unspoken since there was no poin
