FAZER LOGINIsla's POV:The reception was set up in another part of Eleanor's garden with long tables arranged in a U shape so everyone could see each other and talk easily.Thirty guests wasn't many but it filled the space perfectly. We took our seats at the head table with Rosie between us and Eleanor beside her. The little girl was practically vibrating with excitement."Can I give my toast first?" she asked. "Please?""Let's let the adults go first," Callum said gently. "Then you can go."Dinner was served while soft music played. The food was excellent but I barely tasted it because I was too busy watching Callum and Rosie and our guests and feeling overwhelmed by how perfect everything was.After the main course, Richard Hayes stood up with his glass."I've known Callum for five years now and watched him build Thorne Industries into something remarkable. But more impressive than his business success is his integrity and dedication to the people he loves."He looked at me and smiled."Isla
Callum's POV:The officiant smiled at us and spoke to the gathered guests."Callum and Isla have chosen to share their own vows. Callum, please begin."I took a breath and looked at Isla's face. Tears already gathering in her eyes and she had a small smile on her lips. My voice came out steady despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm me."When we met, I was facing one of the darkest professional moments of my life. I thought I might lose everything I'd built. Everything I'd worked for since my father died and left us with nothing. I was desperate and scared and running out of options."I squeezed her hands gently."Then you appeared with information that saved my company and a proposal that seemed too convenient to be real. You were an answer to a prayer I didn't know how to voice. A solution to problems I couldn't solve alone."Some guests smiled knowingly since they understood we'd started with a contract."You saved Thorne Industries with your impossible knowledge about corpor
Isla's POV:I stood in the guest room at Eleanor's estate while Patricia helped me into the wedding dress.My hands shook slightly as she worked with the zipper. "You're trembling," Patricia said gently."I know. I can't help it.""That's normal. I was the same at my wedding."The dress slid into place perfectly. The alterations had been done well. It fit like it was made specifically for me.Eleanor entered with the veil. It was a simple elegant piece that completed the look without overwhelming it.She adjusted it carefully on my head, stepping back to look at me with tears in her eyes."You look beautiful," she said. "Absolutely radiant. Callum is incredibly fortunate.""Thank you for everything," I said. "For accepting me, for helping plan all of this, for –""For welcoming you into our family," Eleanor finished. "Which is exactly what you are now. My daughter in every way that matters."Patricia added my mother's bracelet to my wrist.Looking at the bracelet made me think about
Isla's POV:Wednesday evening I stayed at Eleanor's estate while Callum remained at the penthouse with Rosie.Traditional separation before the ceremony felt right despite everything unconventional about our relationship.We had one last night as single people before committing forever.Eleanor made tea and we sat in the garden as evening light faded. The air was cool and peaceful, which was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past weeks."How are you feeling?" Eleanor asked."Nervous and excited. A little overwhelmed.""That's normal. I felt the same before marrying Callum's father."She was quiet for a moment, sipping her tea."Marriage is choosing each other repeatedly," she said. "The wedding is beautiful but the real commitment happens in a thousand small decisions. Choosing to stay during difficult conversations, choosing patience when you're frustrated and choosing love even during mundane moments."I listened, grateful for wisdom from someone who'd lived it."You've survived
Isla's POV:Eleanor took me dress shopping Monday morning."Three days until the wedding," she said. "Time to find the perfect dress."Normally this would take months, try dozens of dresses, order one, wait for alterations but circumstances demanded speed.The boutique owner was a friend of Eleanor's. She'd opened early just for us, providing private appointment away from other customers and potential media.I walked into the shop feeling surreal about the whole experience.In my previous timeline, Margot had chosen my wedding dress. White, elaborate, princess-style gown that made me look like a doll being displayed. I'd hated it but had no say.This time I got to choose.The owner, Catherine, had pulled several options based on what Eleanor had described about my style.I tried on the first dress. There was too much lace and I personally thought it was too fussy.The second was better but still not right. It was too formal and too stiff.The third dress made me stop and stare at my
Isla's POV:Eleanor insisted on a bachelorette celebration Saturday despite the rushed timeline."You're only getting married once," she said. "We're celebrating properly."She arranged spa day for me, herself, Patricia, and Sophie and Maria from work. Rosie was included for part of it because she refused to be left out.We met at an exclusive spa that Eleanor had rented for private use. There were no other clients, no media, just us.The day started with massages. I lay on the table trying to relax while skilled hands worked out tension I'd been carrying for weeks.This was happening. In one week I'd be married to Callum for real.The thought made me smile into the face cradle.After massages we moved to a private room for facials and manicures. Rosie sat beside me getting her nails painted pink with sparkles."You're going to be the prettiest bride ever," she declared."Thank you, sweetheart.""And I'm going to be the best flower girl.""I know you will."The conversation flowed na
Declan's POV:I stared at the computer screen until the words started to blur together, reading the same headline over and over like somehow it would change if I just looked at it enough times.BILLIONAIRE CALLUM THORNE ANNOUNCES ENGAGEMENT TO ISLA BRENNANIt didn't change. The article stayed exact
Callum's POV:The conference room filled at exactly eight in the morning, my PR team arriving with coffee and laptops and the kind of focused energy that came from knowing they were about to handle something delicate.Sarah Mitchell, my head of PR for the past six years, sat at the head of the tabl
Isla's POV:My hands were shaking as I pulled up the cloud storage account I'd created years ago and barely used.I uploaded the document, watching the progress bar crawl across the screen with agonizing slowness. Eventually, the upload finished. I checked twice to make sure it was there, safely
Isla's POV:I woke up before the sun.My eyes opened in the dark and for a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the house settle around me.I heard no voices through the wall this time,just heavy silence, thick and heavy, the kind that presses down on you until you have







