ROWAN CARTER
The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of fabric. I stood near the doorway of the bedroom, watching Freya in front of the mirror as she adjusted the sleeve of her dress.
Logan’s wedding ceremony was in less than an hour.
The entire house downstairs was already filled with movement, staff walking in and out, phones ringing, cars arriving. My father had turned the event into a spectacle, as he did with everything else that involved the Carter name.
We were told to stag at the Carter family house for this ceremony. My stepmother is far too happy today than she was during my own wedding and I expect nothing less from her. It's her blood that is getting married afterall.
And so the house is complete chaos with guest who were also staying in the manor. Apparently this
