Maddy's POV
If I'd been nervous about Caroline's "transformation project," it was nothing compared to the knot in my stomach as Nate's driver pulled up outside the venue.
Calling it a "venue" felt wrong. George's family had chosen some sprawling countryside estate that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a period drama. White stone façade, arched windows glowing with candlelight, manicured hedges sculpted into shapes so precise they could have been done with tweezers.
I pressed my hands against my gown to keep from fidgeting, the emerald silk suddenly too heavy, too bright, too obvious.
"Stop worrying," Nate said quietly beside me. His hand brushed mine, warm and steady. "You look incredible."
Easy for him to say. He was in a tuxedo that probably cost more than
