Iris’s POV
The day before the engagement party felt like a quiet performance.
Marcus had been acting strange since morning, though he clearly thought he was being subtle about it. He moved around the apartment with a kind of careful energy, checking his phone more often than usual, stepping out to take calls he would normally take right in front of me. Every time I walked into a room, he seemed to be in the middle of something he quickly wrapped up.
If I didn’t already know, I might have found it suspicious. Instead, I found it almost… sweet. He was trying so hard.
“Iris,” he called from the living room, his tone deliberately casual.
I stepped out of the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. “Yes?”
He looked up from his phone, smiling in that easy way of his that had always made t
