Scarlett's Pov
The morning of my wedding felt like absolute chaos, even though nothing had technically gone wrong yet. I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom, my thoughts were spinning a mile a minute, and it didn’t help that the stakes felt astronomically higher than the last time I did this.
The last time—the disaster that was my wedding to Richard—I was nervous, sure, but it was a manageable kind of nervous. Back then, I had no illusions of romance. It was all about pleasing my father and going along with a union he wanted.
Today, though, everything felt amplified. This wedding was a national spectacle. Every major media outlet was covering it, and the guest list boasted over a thousand people, many of whom I didn’t even know. I wasn’t just walking down the aisle; I was walking
