THIRD PERSON'S POV
Zara strode between tables piled with ribbons, floral arrangements, and invitation cards.
She held her clipboard in hand.
“Okay, team, listen up!” she called, her voice cutting through the low hum of chatter. “The Johnson wedding is in three days, and we’re not leaving a single detail to chance. I want everything perfect.”
Maya, her assistant, held up a stack of invitations. “Do you want me to attach the RSVP cards today, or wait until the flower arrangements are done?”
“Today,” Zara said, pointing at the invitations. “Once they’re ready, I want them packaged with the centerpieces so there’s no mix-up at delivery. Triple-check the colors, Ivory roses, blush pink lilies, and don’t forget the greenery. And Maya… make sure the ribbons match the napkins exactly. I don
