Devin's Pov People swarmed the hall like bees in a hive. Voices overlapped, footsteps clattered, fabric rustled. Someone barked about the cake tiers not aligning, another panicked over misplaced corsages, and a poor man sprinted by holding a tray of glassware that jingled as if seconds from shattering.In the middle of it all stood Stella, her shoulders stiff, her breath coming short. She clutched a clipboard like a weapon, eyes darting everywhere.I slid in behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned close to her ear. “If you keep glaring at the flowers like that, they’ll wither.”Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Don’t start with me, Devin. These people are supposed to know what they’re doing.”“They do,” I said, lifting a flute of champagne from a passing tray and pressing it into her hand. I grabbed one for myself and clinked gently against hers. “They’re just performing for you.”I paused, then continued “They're a theater of panic… and you’re the star audience m
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