Sebastian hadn’t been able to focus all day.
The sun was high, streaming through the large windows of his home, casting golden patterns on the hardwood floor. The house was immaculate—as it always was. His team of cleaners had ensured it looked pristine, as always.
Yet Sebastian paced the length of the living room like a caged animal, his hands tucked into the pockets of his joggers, the soft material doing little to soothe his restless energy. Tomorrow was his wedding day. The thought clung to him like smoke, choking and inescapable.
Aria Moretti.
Her name alone was enough to unsettle him, the mere memory of her sharp tongue and stormy eyes enough to ignite a fire in his chest.
Sebastian leaned against the large bay window, gazing out at the gardens beyond. He’d planned meticulously
