Marcus’s POV
I had not expected the nerves.
I stood at the edge of the main hall in Aunt Helen’s house, watching the staff make final adjustments, smoothing out details that most people would never notice. Glasses were aligned, lights softened, music tested and lowered to the perfect background hum. Everything looked exactly the way I had imagined it.
And still, something in my chest would not settle.
Maybe it was because this was bigger than anything I had done before.
Or maybe it was because this was the first time everything in my life was about to collide in one place.
Three years.
That was how long my father had been away in Singapore. Three years of calls, brief visits, and long stretches of distance that had quietly reshaped things between us. When he told me he was finally c
