For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of air moving through the vents.
Allison kept her eyes on her dress, brushing at an invisible crease. Her tone was calm — too calm. “Do you know what day it’ll be a month from now?”
Marcus frowned. “What are you getting at? It’s our wedding day, isn’t it? What about it?”
Exactly one month from now — the day the two families would officially be joined.
Allison stood, her shadow falling across him. “The first time, I let it slide. But you just had to bring it up again.”
His eyes widened. “So you did hear everything?”
She didn’t answer. That wasn’t the point — she’d wanted to see what he’d do, not what he’d say.
She had hoped, foolishly, that fatherhood might soften him, make him less rigid. But all she felt now was disappointm
