DARIAN'S POV The house flipped upside down in two days. Total chaos, but the good kind. The dining table is buried under piles of fabric scraps—silks, satins and all colors you could think of. Boards in the living room stuck full of flower sketches: roses, lilies, wild stuff mixed in. Designers everywhere, hauling garment bags down the halls. They talked low, excited, like kids with a secret. The wedding was finally off-hold with full steam ahead. I hung back in the fitting room doorway, arms crossed tight with my phone in hand, thumb swiping emails. The Truth? I hadn't read one word in five minutes. My eyes were glued to Sylvie, who was standing in the center with the designer fussing with the last stitches on her dress. She looked... damn. Cream white, not that fake bright stuff, which hugged her waist just right, then dropped soft to the floor, The neckline showed her collarbone, a delicate, pretty curve, pretty as hell. Lace up the arms felt handmade, like art.She spun
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