Lucien’s POV
The next morning was an absolute circus. The mansion had always been quiet, almost dead, but by seven in the morning, the house was completely flooded with makeup artists, hair stylists, and high-end designers. They were bustling through the hallways, carrying garment bags, oversized vanity cases, and racks of clothing, all trying to turn my angry little bride into a billionaire's wife. The noise alone was giving me a massive headache, a constant hum of chatter, hair dryers, and heels clicking against the marble floors.
I stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, one hand shoved deep into my trouser pocket while the other adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit jacket. I checked my watch for the fourth time in five minutes, getting increasingly annoyed with every second tha
