ChapterThree
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Quincy Fairchild leaned back in the plush lounge of her sitting room, surrounded by the inner circle of her friends. The tasteful decor, done in a mix of muted pastels and gold, subtly paid homage to the chic, sophisticated aura that Quincy pulled off with such ease. As they sipped champagne, conversation inevitably turned to what it had been for weeks on everybody's lips: her upcoming wedding to Liam Brown.
"Oh, Quincy, still can't believe it," said Isabella, one of her oldest friends, who is bending forward, eyes flashing excitedly. "You're marrying Liam Brown! The Liam Brown! How does that feel for you, knowing that you're going to be Mrs. Quincy Brown—the wife of one of the world's most influential men?"
Quincy smiled, well-practiced, though it barely reached her eyes. "It's… sure-real," she returned, taking a small, polite sip of her champagne. "Everything is happening so fast. It feels like just yesterday that we were announcing our engagement."
"But isn't it just perfect?" chimes in Celeste, a close friend. "You guys are like the ultimate power couple, and everybody is talking about it. The Fairchild and Brown families joining together—it's like some kind of fairy tale."
Quincy chuckled, but there was something behind it—maybe uncertainty or a flicker of doubt. "Yes, definitely a fairy tale," she said as smooth and fluid as honey. "You know how it goes, though: so much to plan, so many details to sort out. Sometimes it just gets overwhelming."
"Oh, come on, Quincy," Isabella laughed, nudging her playfully. "You've got everything under control. You always do. Besides, you have Liam by your side. He's the perfect match for you."
Quincy's smile faltered for a second before she recovered. "Yes, Liam is… wonderful," she said, her tone careful. "He's everything anyone could ask for in a husband."
Celeste had been idly thumbing through a bridal magazine; she looked up and smiled. "So, tell us, Quincy—what's the most exciting part about all of this? The dress? The venue? The fact that you'll soon be living in that incredible penthouse of his?"
Quincy frowned, her eyes falling to the glass in her hand. She knew what he expected of her—to rave about the dress, the venue, the over-the-top life she was about to enter. None of those things made her tingly in the way they should. She had been taught all her life that marriage was a business deal, a strategic alliance, and she had accepted it. But weeks away from the date, something had started gnawing at the very place where excitement should have been, and she just couldn't shake off the feeling.
"I suppose … the dress," Quincy finally said, forcing another smile. "It's every girl's dream to walk down the aisle in the perfect gown, isn't it?
"Absolutely!" said Isabella. "And you're going to look great. I just can't wait for Liam's face when he sees you in it. Totally blown away, he's going to be."
Quincy nodded but was miles away. What would Liam's face look like when he sees her in the dress? Will he be filled with love and admiration, or will he see her as just a part of the business deal they are about to seal? The more she thought, the more she came to realize that she really wasn't sure how Liam felt about her—nor how she feels about him.
She had been so quiet that Celeste felt an unusual sense of quietness from Quincy, which had her reach out and gently touch her arm. "Quincy, are you okay? You seem a little off today."
Quincy's eyelids flew open as she jolted from her reverie. "I'm fine, really," she assured them with a light voice. "It's just…there is so much in my head. This wedding is big for our families, and I really want everything perfect.".
"Of course you do," Isabella said, nodding sympathetically. "But don't forget to enjoy it too. This is your wedding day, Quincy. It isn't about the families or the companies; it's about you and Liam. You guys deserve to be happy."
She smiled slightly at her friend's words, feeling small solace, though it did little to relax the tension she felt within. "You're right, I need to remember that," she said softly.
"I have something special I wanted to ask you." Quincy said with her eyes sparkling with excitement. Isabella took a sip of her latte. Interested, she turned to her friend. "What's up, Quincy? You look like you're about to burst.
Quincy could not hold back her smile. "Well, Liam and I are going to shop for my wedding dress and accessories soon, and I really want you both to come along with us. It would mean so much for me to have my best friends by my side.".
Celeste's eyes grew wide, and she practically bounced up and down in her seat. "Are you kidding? Of course, we'll be there! We wouldn't miss it for anything in this world."
Isabella nodded in excited agreement. "Absolutely, Quincy. We will help you find the perfect dress. This is going to be so much fun!"
Quincy beamed with joy. "Thanks, you two. I just knew I could count on you guys. It will be that much more special with you there."
Isabella leaned forward, her voice playful. "And we get to see Liam in action as the doting fiancé. This is going to be interesting."
Celeste laughed, adding, "He's going to have to brace himself for a day full of opinions from us.
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