Aria's POV
The past few days had gone by in a blur.
No, not even a blur, more like a relentless tide that refused to slow down no matter how hard I tried to catch her breath. Every morning bled into the next with fittings, tastings, consultations, rehearsals, and polite smiles I was expected to wear like armor.
Eleanor had her schedule mapped out to the minute, and I often felt like a guest star in her own life, invited merely to nod, agree, and sign off on decisions that had already been made long before I entered the room.
At first, I had tried to care. I had tried to ask questions, to offer opinions, small things like color palettes, menu changes, seating arrangements... but each time, Eleanor had smiled that tight, pleasant smile and said something along the lines of, "Of
