Theodore's Pov
The countdown is electric, the crowd at the Ivywood ballroom chanting in unison as the seconds tick away.
“Ten... nine... eight...”
The shimmering lights, the champagne flutes raised high, and the sound of laughter and cheer fill the air. I stand at the bar, nursing a whiskey that had long since turned lukewarm. My eyes, however, are not on the celebrations around me—they are fixed on Juniper and Liam.
She looks stunning in her flapper-style dress, the fringe and sequins catching the light with every movement. Liam stands beside her, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. They were the picture of a couple in love—laughing, whispering to each other as though no one else in the room mattered.
“Seven... six... five...”
My grip tightens around my glas
