The Legacy Garden had been transformed into an ethereal, living wonderland. Thousands of white orchids, cascading weeping willows, and delicate fairy lights hung from the soaring glass ceiling of the conservatory, creating a breathtaking cathedral of nature.
It was the perfect setting for a Sterling wedding.
Julian stood in the private foyer just outside the main conservatory doors, adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate, custom-tailored black tuxedo. For a man who had stared down hostile boards and navigated global financial crises without a single spike in his heart rate, his hands were noticeably unsteady.
The heavy wooden door clicked open, and Maya stepped into the room.
Julian’s breath hitched, just as it had the very first time he saw her, and just as it did every single day
