(Arthur Sterling's POV)
The garden party ended with polite applause. Serena stood in a dress that wasn't hers and thanked me through tears for making her final wish come true.
I had honored my debt to her family in front of everyone who mattered. Now I could get to my own wedding.
I loosened my tie in the back of the Rolls-Royce. The driver looked at me in the mirror.
“The Empyrean Hall, sir?”
"Yes. Hurry." My Patek Philippe showed how late I was. Clara would be annoyed, but she always got over it.
I would have my jeweler send the diamond necklace she'd admired last month. It was a small price for her understanding, and gifts had always ended these moods before.
Gold and silver lights slid across the windows. Serena had received her last wish, and I was still going to marry the most
