Leila's POV
I hadn't expected the office to feel like a bridal boutique, but that's exactly what Luca managed to turn it into within an hour.
The glass table that usually held his sharp contracts and million-dollar blueprints was now buried in ivory swatches, velvet binders of floral arrangements, photographs of cakes too pretty to eat, and seating charts that made my head spin. His assistant flitted in and out with silver trays of water and cappuccinos like this was some royal council.
At the center of it all stood a woman so tall and striking she could've been a model. Luca introduced her with a crisp wave of his hand.
"This is Helena, one of the best wedding planners in New York. She'll make sure we don't waste time on mistakes."
Helena extended a manicured hand toward me, her red
