Emily’s POV
The harsh afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the estate, spilling light across the marble floors and reflecting off the gold trays scattered with swatches, invitations, and tiny floral samples.
I leaned against the doorway of the grand hall, sipping my coffee, trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding me. It wasn’t chaos exactly, rather it was organized, calculated and controlled.
Ralph had orchestrated every element, from the table settings to the timing of the flowers’ delivery, as if he were conducting a secret song I wasn’t entirely allowed to hear yet.
“I still think burgundy and gold might be too much.” I said, holding up a swatch against the morning light. “It feels… heavy.”
Ralph’s grey eyes flicked up from the tablet he was scrolling. “Heavy i
