The evening was quiet, save for the faint hum of music playing in the background. The dining table was covered in neatly stacked invitations, each one needing final approval before being sent out. Chloe and Ria sat across from each other, their drinks half-forgotten as they focused on their task.
Ria had been deeply involved in every part of the wedding preparations, which still surprised Chloe. For someone who had once been so vocal about her disapproval of the marriage, Ria had taken it upon herself to oversee the smallest details.
Chloe set down her pen and stretched her fingers. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
Ria smirked but didn’t look up. “You sound shocked.”
“I am,” Chloe admitted, leaning back slightly. “You hated this marriage. You said it was forced.”
Ria finally met
