Orion's POV
I stepped into the house, rolling my shoulders to ease away the stress that had been gathering there all day. Just after closing the door behind me, I heard Grace's voice resonating from the living room.
"No, absolutely not! The flowers have to be imported, not whatever cheap arrangement they suggested."
I rubbed my face with one hand and sighed.
Here we go again!
I walked deeper into the room, and I saw her pacing around the room with her phone pressed to her ear, they are lots of wedding magazines, fabric samples, and lists strewn across the coffee table.
"Do you think I want my wedding to look like some average, forgettable event?" she snapped. "This needs to be grand. It needs to make a statement."
She turned and for the first time, noted my presence.
