Brayden's POV
The knock on my study door came in just as I was reviewing some of the final details for the wedding.
"Come in." I said without looking up.
The door opened, and someone stepped in. Two things made me know that it was Larissa without having to look up.
One, I had sent for her ages ago. Two, she always smelt… sugary. Like a blend of marshmallows, vanilla and caramel. It was both intoxicating and distracting.
“You're late.” I said. “I sent for you ages ago.”
“I know.” She replied and I could almost hear the eye roll in her words. “But your stupid house is too big and I kept getting lost in the hallway. One of the housekeepers found me and brought me here.”
“You'll need a tour of the place. Can't have my wife getting lost in her own house.”
Even as the words left my mouth
