Ren's POV
"Here, pretty boy. Put these on." Bia said, stepping on her tip toes to put a garland of dahlias around my neck.
The smile I gave her was fake, forced rehearsed, but I couldn't stop myself.
Not when my heart was restless, anxious, actively trying to beat out of my chest.
I was supposed to be all smiles and be happy for Lily on her big day. The yacht was a thirty minutes drive away from here and the crew was already on board. Lily wouldn't see it coming and we'd have the entire weekend to ourselves without her having to look over her shoulders. I should be excited.
I'm not.
As much as I tried to deny it, I knew that there was a reason why I was restless. What if Lily had found her mate? I knew that I had told her that I did not mind if she found her mate but I could not lie
